Silly Things Poem by Tom Courtney

a daily moment
Two worlds now
Without and within
Without so without
So introverted
What can I say?
What can I know?
What else have i?
I imagine that I see
from this narrow window
Checking myself again
Now it’s my trauma
When I will break again
A foggy shroud thickens
I’m a vessel cast off
Drifting in stillness
Writing of nothing
Thinking in miscalculations
I am unable
to command your presence
Slowly deeper within
Knowing and unknowing
A shadow now a whisper
Fare thee well
for I shall not remember
I am thinking only
silly things