It’s a beautiful Sunday here in the Blue Ridge valley. The horizon is wispy white fading upward into a crystaline cerulean cloudless dome. The air is crisp and cool.
I forget to breathe most days, gulping in pitiful bursts only when my lungs complain that the stale air I’m hoarding needs to go. And so it goes, burdened with survival, I dig my 9-5 rut deeper and wider.
I know it’s not healthy. Living for sleep to be savored in that elusive omega-alpha 48-hour threshold called weekends. I sleep in the daylight while others play between brief bursts of energy as I try to make up for everything didn’t have time to do during the week.
It’s exhausting, but I suspect even more exhausting because I forget to breathe. It’s such a simple thing. A mindless, instinctual reflex that when coupled with mindfulness makes all the difference. Breathe. 😊
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 April 2017
if only I could rid myself of them
know every rock by name
hidden in the footnotes of history
seeds from muddy crypts
reality, a pity
presence, just a breath away
like a skipped heartbeat
the salty air, the fishy smells and slimy ooze
moments slip away
long past their demise
smile, but remember
the gloaming lingers on
~kat
A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week. 😊
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