Quiet

Now in
the quiet 
when this 
nothing is 
my something 
when no 
one anywhere 
is listening 
and no 
one answers 
that I
find myself 
I have 
frequently found 
myself here
on the 
edge the 
outskirts and 
the fringe 
swinging like 
a spider 
on its 
web in 
the wind 
of its 
own small 
hushed thoughts