a crack, a creak
sitting as a silo would.
i hear the sound in my back,
i feel the dribble of the water
running,    running,   flowing,
clouds flowing, water floating,
as does my vision, bleary and dry,
and it comes to me,
in fragments of memories,
my legs up against the wall, 
perpendicular to my torso.
hair spread on a billowy pillow
i touch my toes and i laugh
at the floating clouds,
at the flowing water,
I keep my body still.
I wish my body still.