I don't want to talk any more
Neither do I want to move, or respond, or react
My senses - already replete
with tree branches, birds and the sound of the rain -
need no further stimulation
How could this possibly be improved upon?
All my years of meddling achieved nothing
Except my own (inevitable) exhaustion
Life will move me, when movement is required
Until then, I'll look at the sunlit water drops on the window pane
And sip this tea.