Time.
I have leisure today,
No rush to get out the door and do.
Today I can be.
I can sit and wait for the words to come.
I can wait to see what they want to say;
“Being is okay,” it seems.
It’s okay to sit inside myself,
Feel the blood flow,
Feel the sore scale itself back
To the good ache of yesterday’s work,
To wait for the rain to blow in
And watch it come down.
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