I wake filled with possibility.
I wake late, cuz body is tired.
I wake hungry, cuz body is given space to taste again.
I wake with possibility.
2 days off…
Oh, what to do?!
I can’t do any work.
Won’t visit the To Do List.
I refuse to feed racing thoughts of errands.
It’s rainy, it’s quiet, it’s a time of pause.
So, I pause…
I feel my hands — dry and swollen.
I feel my shoulders — like bricks.
I feel my heart — it pumps, though sensitive to where my mind takes me.
Oh, my ever powerful mind.
2 days off.
Rest, dear angel.
Let your wings sleep for a creative flight to follow.