Marking Time

The place you do time
is in the mind

a thing I learned

through the long DTs,

locked in my room

quarantined, COVID

I am reminded

of those old

empty, sick days

and the skills

I used 

to endure them

the waiting

the resting

the silence

in the luxury

of my sobriety

I have forgotten certain things

those dark tools I used 

to last the long night

I dust them off

for they are needed again

I sit and wait

and say nothing

and drink and eat what I can

and the only stage is in my head

aswirl with viral thoughts

I watch and wait

and although I sense no time passing

I trust that it does

outside of it 

though I may feel