As today is one of my down days (non work days), I slept. When I woke I sent a brief note to an art group keeping each other company through emails … and wrote this:
Poem / Reflection
A cup of tea to toast the day and hope to wash my yesterday whose isolated state was bathed in lysol-laden gestures drawing hope upon the air and touching light on momentary contacts I hope we do not share.
All stop and start and wait and run exhausts my inner gears. Ah rest, you’re welcome, though in bursts a little hard to bear. I have forgot, but toast and tea and quiet gives me time to think and stare at mental notes and images; reflect upon them here.