To be quiet
To gather my thoughts
Sort out a ‘schedule’ as
helter-skelter as yesterdays winds.
Sudden spaces of comfort and calm ~ still a bit foreign to me ~ welcome me whether I know them or not.
Progress through each minute
gets to be at my own snail or jack rabbit pace ~ unless
a quirky or intriguing call beckons from any distance from family or friends.
Even then ~ owning my pace is my choice.
“I’m going through life’s cycles at an alarmingly fast pace,
but my persona has a Peter Pan quality: he doesn’t age.”
~ Billy Collins
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