Sunday, February 27, 2022

Sit with me a while before I rush into the day with its frenzy.

Spare me from ceaseless activity, like an overwound spring.

Unclench my jaw, blow the wind through me, relax my belly, lower my eyelids, soften my gaze.

You were with me all along. I sat next to you, not you with me.

Let my breath slow.

(Letter #2,575)