A Poem a Day

a no-edit experiment

Pack some stillness into your day -

wallow, for a moment, in idleness.

Be an owl, have the inkling

to evoke ancient trees

as a model of immersion

a deepness of being.

This won’t be your only chance -

not by a long shot,

Tho the throbbing hurryblood

in your temples

betrays

everpresent distracted doubt.

Tomorrow will beg the issue again -

this afternoon, even.

Or now, as you write

this…

word…

three…

dots…

Breathe. I love you.

Breath. I love you.

Stillness. Thank you.