Curling: Exploring Dullness

Drearily, dreamily, drowsily
Sitting and listening to
The peculiar domestic noises
Of living,

But staying present for
This sloth and torpor,
Inquiring what it’s like,
Noticing what it is:

There’s a sluggishness,
A pleasant dullness setting in,
So difficult to penetrate
This fogginess,

From too little sleep,
And too much noise,
Or that’s my guess,
Though I’m never sure;

There’s always
So much going on,
It’s hard to locate
The actual cause,

But the effect
Is certainly very obvious,
In the form of
Trouble concentrating;

There’s no fulfillment
In sitting in this,
But it’s so difficult
To go against it;

Getting up feels impossible,
And the lure of succumbing
So intense,
But I persist,
As it’s all too interesting to miss.