Saturday, Before Work
Feb 5, 2022
So nice to sit,
To be embraced in nothing,
Not running,
Not grading,
Not even thinking of a breath.
So nice.
It won’t last.
Something will rattle the peace,
Running,
Grading,
Selling some shoes.
Such is life.
They say it’s possible,
Possible to have both,
Peace plus toil leading to satisfaction
I’ll know in a hour
When work and weekend collide.
Outside, birds singing beautifully.