Miracle that I’m here considering the other things I should be doing
weight on my mind stealing my peace muscles tense
run
I can’t sleep or sit still
run
keep pace with the driving beat of things needing done
crucial tasks bring consequences
failure looming disappointment hovering
beat the drum faster
no time when there is so much to do
no time
yet the sun came in through my window just right
drew my eye to the green and the light
sweet birdsong forcing me to
Stop
Miracle that I can see or hear or understand anything
electric waves tell me what it means to have on socks
shows me the sparkly purple life of my rex begonia
lets me taste air on my tongue
translation to sublime
Savor the moment rare
when clarity cuts to the heart
some meaning
some great truth strikes
leaving me frozen with mouth agape
taste the sublime and devour the purple
let the birdsong’s wild tempo
interrupt the relentless drumbeat
free if only for that one moment
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