in retrospect

it’s taken me eight days to tune myself to a different key

i have not noticed that
i've been shackled to my schedule

eat when there are no meetings
- not when your stomach grumbles
sleep when the clock reaches eleven
- not when your eyes are drooping

check off your list
get things done
prepare
prepare

today there were two miracles
miracle one: i had nothing planned
miracle two: it was plus ten degrees

i went for a walk
awakened my hibernating senses

felt the sun warm my face
brushed my hand through some pine needles
heard a chorus of birds calling
and watched them chase each other too

napped in the rays of the sun
perused the library
got bored
nibbled an eggo for dessert
- blueberry -
(since i have no cookies in my house)

wrote
sang
journaled
read
reflected
smiled

… i should have taken two weeks off for holidays