So much time

Just to sit in the bath

and be nothing

be no one

Just the melting of a candle

centre sinking

sides slipping

a reminder of something like time

I lie still

not waiting

it's nothing like waiting

Ideas come

I resist the urge to pick up my pen

or let the cat in

or add a little more hot water

The water is cooler than my skin now

like the silence at the end of a record

And time

how there is just so much of it

even in this last word.