Not Unmove

I have been
blind and wound-by-every-inch-tightly-up
drawing breath and keeping it
knife hot inside me
(exhaling never)

and I have been
slinking sluggish deeper
into vaguely yesterday's reflections
watching dusted mirrors and
forgetting
that my muscles are
for moving

I have been
wind-knocked-out
back flat and waiting for air

I have been
bound
and static

but

I have noticed
an eyelid-fluttering and finger twitch
this morning
(a slow
 inhale
 exhale)
and the window is open

I have noticed a spattering of speckled light
green and leafy across my arm
it must be sun spotted

and I would rather not
be a have-been
today
I would rather
not unmove

so
perhaps I will
make a good breakfast
and take a walk