Sometimes I want to be still
quiet, like a winter morning when you can hear the sound of goose wings as the V flies over(not just their cries)
as smooth as a pond where waterbugs skate, undisturbed

I turn the radio off, and listen to the road-
winds whistling through the vents
tires, uneven, hum
I try and not to think about thinking
I don't want it go into orbits, spinning
I take a breath and taste it, for a moment
the silence settles around me, a dust cloud

Where does your mind go when you're in sleep mode? What sort of screensaver dreams pop up?