There is something about drawing repeating Teaspirations…eh, I grow so anxious. It’s almost like the thought of being forced to wear the same outfit twice in one week to work—but in a world of woes and sadden faces there so much more that could be fretted. Thus, let us turn back to this compensating patience…—E², contemplating coffee…
The world around me is in a rush.
Everywhere I am
there is a traffic jam—of bodies,
animate and inanimate: all filled with exhaust,
but they never cease moving. At the lights
At the signs, they yield, and they stop.
Only those who lose sight of their time while on their journeys
When the lights turn green and the right-a-ways pass
we move again, and eventually, from A
we make our ways to Z.
Namaste mis Adestagōnwa,