There’s this nausea yet
a threshold of satisfaction
in sloth.

And there’s the greater calling
of the sun rise sky outside,
the birds, the filigree of trees
and this promise
through the window.

There’s me,
clicking the keyboard,
inside, on the sofa.

There’s my husband’s clicking
on the chair

There’s the cat’s complete comfort
now she has eaten.

I think,
were I to eat and cook,
that would make me happy,
but that would just be
for the duration
of eating and cooking.

And cooking
is a temporary thing
because it costs
money and time.

Am wanting to travel,
am wanting to create,
am wanting time, time, time
to relax.

Am wanting time
to read.

Am wanting things to
speed up
and slow down.


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