the greatest phrontistery
a warm comfortable bed
with pillows separating
and cushioning all body parts
being horizontal as novel ideas swirl
amidst rapid random thoughts
the natural light grazes the curtains
helping to evoke the next great plans
time passes
yet stands still
as invisible lines connect
one thought to the next
daydreams become reality
maybe
lazy sunday mornings
cuddles with flannel
and flesh
sly smiles
with closed eyes
and tousled about hair
where the toes
say hello
and reconnect
but the brain
hasn’t quite
arrived
giving in
to an abandoning
after six days of being on
succumbing to a fluid
unscheduled, unhurried
relaxed funk
An
easy,
lazy day.
Necessary.
A respite from the challenges of life.
I Write Her 