Motionless

I sit by the window and
motionless
I watch petty little days go by
as petty little people
sing about petty little triumphs

And I watch the petty little people
hovering around
their stench disguised only
by this salty wind
The last breath of an ocean
at the hands of a merciless sun

And I think of
Inverted Cycles of Nature
of butterflies turning into larvae
humming their petty little songs

And I pity the ocean

Into twilight.