Frozen, I Sit

Sitting by the window,
there’s a race ensuing.
A race ensuing, between
my tears and the multiple
raindrops on the window glass.

I can only look at one,
or there is no fun.
Which one should I wipe first?
There is no hunger or thirst.
The water hits the ground,
from both. There is silence.
But a race, a dead one now.

Water, now everywhere.
An ocean, a dock, a ship.
I am the ship, with no airstrip.
The anchor is caught.
The waves pull me into the sea.
But I am still, the horn is shrill.
No race, only silence. Death of sound.

That was an image,
I am still at the window.
Looking at the race between
the raindrops. Sensory numbness.
I am frozen, dusty and still.
I am one among the eight thousand.
I require sunshine.
Thaw, how can I?

Ah, what I require.
‘Tis here, at this moment.
Sunshine, heat, sunshine.
Time to rise, move, win.
Dust-off, let go, move on.
Pain, numbness, pain.
Emotions going insane.
Ball of fire, too much heat.
Thawing, no more.
I am burning up.