Do you remember how to sit still?
Not sitting watching TV 
Or scrolling on your phone 
Sitting. In a chair. At ease. 
Your shoulders relaxed 
Your neck sitting up 
Arms at rest hands empty 
Not a sound or screen to disrupt 
It’s unnerving isn’t it? 
You feel impatient, bored even 
Nothing to entertain you 
Just alone as you breathe in 

In my accusation 
A realization 

Do I remember how to sit still? 
The echo of what’s missing ringing 
My hands long for engagement 
Have I lost the art of just being 
At rest; my mind not seeking answers 
No videos, sounds, or electric chaos 
Suddenly hostage by silence without ransom 

Tormented 
I open my phone 
Relief soon follows