The room is abuzz with the stillness
Not of your liking but of eyes dried
Recently, when a nose forgot breath .
The fly is abuzz with king’s coming.
King follows stillness in the dry eyes
And a nose pausing to breath a buzz.
Outside ,wind is abuzz with rain flies
In midnight’s trees,a stillness heard
Ringing like death’s buzz in a room.
(After reading Emily Dickinson poem I heard a fly buzz- when I died)