Though the wind gales, I breathe.
When the wind sails, I breathe.
If I was in a cave, I would breathe.
If I was riding a wave, I would breathe.
This is not a wonderful discovery,
Not a boastful claim, or a jest.
Just a declaration of fact,
* or I exist.
The almost silent hum of my laptop
Against the pale yellow kitchen light
Is my only friend tonight
And soon I will sleep
In the darkness.
I like the quiet.