Mindfulness

I hear the static of the silence.

The jingle of my dog’s tags as he searches for some treat he has forgotten.

My body is numb, but not my mind.

My mind keeps whirring around and around, trying to figure out if I am ill or just pretending.

I have no answer, just the never-ending immobilization of my body.

Conversely, my mind runs in so many different directions that I am held captive by each and yet none. My mind is in a maelstrom.

And I hear the static of the silence.