Being Quiet

They said they knew
what caused my coma -
just a little hematoma
just a bloody little clot
formed by straining at a thought.

It may come as some surprise
that they didn't realize
I was never even close
to being rendered comatose.

It's just that life was such a bore
and I had a craving for
something new - I thought I'd try it -
I just call it "being quiet".

-- C. C. Thistlethwaite