Relaxation for Dummies
Do I have nothing to say
Because I’m content? No
Boring, dull? No
Complacent?
…..
The storm will roll through town and
Leave me standing in its wake
But for now, all it is
Swarms overhead
Berating me with qualifiers
The recession
Into oneself can be so alluring
Luxurious even
Cutting bait on everything and everyone
Floating above it all
Until every problem, decision and dilemma
Dissolves, smears
Into a single shade of grey
Maybe I’ll drift up to the Dakotas
Suspended above
No longer ascending but
With just enough inertia not to fall
Dallying in the clouds
Perched on a cumulus
Just for a bit longer
Just a bit
Just…
…..
…
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“The storm will roll through town and
Leave me standing in its wake
But for now, all it is
Swarms overhead
Berating me with qualifiers“
Love this bit.
I feel this poem a lot. Periods of reclusion happen. Especially like “no longer ascending but/ with just enough inertia not to fall.