Quiet Stillness

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

These wheels leave quiet stillness in the sun,
Not moving in the hot and humid air.
And thinking too a thing not to be done,
Just wait and watch and look into the glare.

This lack of thought yet I am still aware
Of what transpired and what will happen next.
But I’m still here just sitting in this chair.
Is this not right or…