Dust off the fuzz off the lazy days,
earned rest in spite of life’s continuing on,
with intentions left unfilled.
Is rest so expensive we need to waste daylight for it?
Make sense of old fiction,
delivered as fables,
while leaving new realities to chance;
to relax seems a wasteful option.
Lean in close to feel the fakeness,
wring substance from it
to reflect reality back on us
to sift meaning out of simplicity
that can’t exist in isolation.
Act like you have less time
and you will find more.
Plan like you have more to do
and you will have less.
Expect nothing and something arrives.
