You sit
dormant,
pressed to the foundation
the cool floorboards,
above the hard earth
You do not feel the planet
spinning light years around
your little head,
do you?
Do you know some things
that I do not?
Come down from your
noble horse
small tiger
tender life
You are not pondering
the essence or
other important things, no.
You are watching the sparrows
duck
and levitate
through the incandescent dawn.