Inertia

I feather my flightless cap with languid prolixity
Deferring resonance to future inspiration
Giving the deep seascape of reason its privacy
Enigmatic, unexplored;

I am hidden in the cracks between your sofa cushions
Waiting for crumbs and coins and half-formed ideas
A Loch Ness monstrosity
Grateful for even the slightest inattentions;

I refine the immaterial and materialize the unrefined
A bulwark, anchored, savoring stasis
Proudly proceeding nowhere
Amidst the flooding passage of time.