I long to pause
for a day, month, or year
to stare out windows at mountains
and trees where birds congregate
or a pattern in the wood wall
thoughts would come and memories
not of things needing doing
to lie guiltfree
let weariness drain
from body used to pushing
mind used to juggling
soul struggling to keep up
to sink into the void
behind closed eyes
head empty of plans
shoulds and coulds and supposed tos
scattered to the winds
and in the blackness dream
of flying free
Radha
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