There will be a time when I will sit quietly
on the chair and feel no urgency to rise, to rush.
Won’t feel the crush of the unfinished list,
won’t feel late, overdue, behind. I may not
even know the time, won’t fear the tick of the clock
as an adversary. Perhaps I’ll even close my eyes
and lean back and let my limbs soften
like honey warmed in the sun.
An idea might come, but I’ll not try to capture it.
This isn’t laziness, no part of me will think so.
No, I’ll revel in the slowness, the unhurried day.
And I’ll remember, perhaps, a time when the ticking
felt like a bomb inside me. Where did it go,
I might wonder, as I pour myself another cup of tea,
the scent of bergamot citrusy and bright.
Aahh – to revel in the slowness. One blessing in these difficult times has been the ability to finally do that sometimes, and what a pleasure it is. Thank you for the lovely images in this poem. Time to go brew some Earl Grey!
I am toasting you with mine across the miles!
So hard to stop the buzz.
so well said, friend … I’m dreaming of the day
Mindful, deliberate, undemanding, gently contemplative slowness sounds like such a soul soothing way to live, even briefly, a few lingering moments, perhaps. Oh to have more days like this instead of being harassed by the incessant clarion call of the never finished To Do list! Thank you, Rosemerry, for transporting us to such a state of restful bliss through your beautiful words. 🙂