Meditation

On my day off, there is the gym afternoon mass a walk with a friend. But what about sitting still in my chair by the window, letting every truck that comes by and rattles the floor be, along with the sound of heat pumping from the radiator? In the other room, the clock on the wall ticks. Each stroke like a wine glass shattering against the wall. The ice-maker in the fridge talks to me. All beautiful and terrifying.