Today is a sit in bed kind of day.
A rainy day but I don’t mind long as I’m inside kinda day;
it’s a be okay with not checking of my list kind of bliss
listening to the man play the bass,
feeling his vibe afternoon
later, we may spoon
Suitcase on the floor,
singing an ‘is she gonna re-pack me soon’ kinda tune
it’s a write kind of day,
its a nice kind of day even though it’s grey
it’s got a white glow
and time moves as it does, not fast or slow
just never still
but I’m not clock-watching
She was made to tick,
but her ticking wont’ do the same for me,
Today is a heart of the matter kind of day
a mirror kind of gaze with a non-accusing relfectoin
just a bit of introspection.
a privilege for the well-fed
sitting in bed.