An hour left in day one
where I’ve been pulled
in dozens of directions from eye-open
to now. I don’t have
the energy to educate; so I work at
illustrate / elucidate / re-late
doggedly & to my detriment, but yes & then
the evening was summarily
with having to sweetly tell someone
they could ‘go ahead & be bothered’
and ‘die mad about it’. This
is not what I wanted today: a soft span,
some household-chore Zen,
pen and paper and breath. This
is what I have now: electronic tapping,
quick mind-scrape for words,
screen and fingers

and breath.

Breath I am grateful for, nonetheless.