Sitting Here

I sit here,
the sound of rain
gently tapping
on the metal shell
surrounding me,
the vehicle I sit in
otherwise inert
and silent.

Bereft of its function
as a means for moving,
how peaceful it becomes,
not as a machine,
but as a place of quiet,
restful and undemanding.

What an unexpected gift,
to be here
with nothing needing to be done,
peacefully enjoying
the subtle pleasures
of just sitting here.