Peace In the Storm

Peace In the Storm

Another day,
Dull like a rounded pencil point.
Sequestered to a foggy existence.
Today.
What is wrong with me?
Maybe nothing. Maybe,
Something is just going on,
With no name…
Yet.
Maybe it just Is,
The bottom of a cycle
Winter instead of Spring.
So that we can remember
To appreciate,
The times when it is so easy,
We just reach out our hand
And catch whatever the Universe wants to express.
And then we do it,
On behalf of the Universe.
But today, hibernating.
Hanging out in a funk
But I show up still
Do my routine
Make peace with my state
Let it run its course.
And take comfort in knowing
It will End. It All Will End.