Head Down Behavior
I sit alone in my wheelchair, thinking.
chin resting on chest.
It must look like,
Except for my body,
I am absent.
No sign of movement;
probably looks like I’m not even breathing.
No outward sign of involvement in anything;
But there’s plenty going on inside this head.
Bolts of lightning in this brain,
Claps of thunder, synapses firing;
Neurons getting excited electrically and chemically
And sending signals, billions of them