Restoring order calms me.
out of sync,
my surroundings show me
sometimes my head is foggy,
flat without direction
no up no down no sideways
suspended in the midst of fog
no energy to go forward or back,
reaching through the fog
to fold a blanket feels good
thankful that order is my balm.
“For nothing matters except life; and, of course, order.”
~ Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader