I sat still for a day

I sat still for a day and I felt some things I saw that there is no pattern in How the curtains flutter, Or how my towel in the balcony Has no idea why it sways, On the contrary, the fan Has a musical heart after all Maybe because the things we can control We like them to be undisturbed Sunshine fills the room like water Sometimes half, and sometimes Completely The answer I guess, is always in movement I sat still, but things moved Inside of me And hopefully outside