Poetry

The pitter patter.

Plop.

Drizzling sound amongst the leaves.

Cocooned in bed.

Warm and snug.

Some weekends are better than others.

That is what I hope for.

Errands to run.

Things to pack.

People to visit.

As I lay in bed playing on my ipad.

The time has come.

Do it?

Or change our mind?

Let fear conquer?

Or push the comfort zone?

Regret doing?

Or not doing?

One way to find out.

Make a decision.

Rattled

Thoughts sluggish

What to do

Go back to bed

Wake up for the day

Begin a solitaire game

Find the annoying noise

Feed the cats in hopes they will leave me alone

Cuddle with them

Brain still working slowly

but cuddles ❤

As a society

and as individuals

we have all learned

more about ourselves.

Such as

the planet is changing.

Also our need for plastic

and individually wrapped

products

has increased.

Our environments

are not always sterile

and yet

we pollute

because we can

not find ourselves

not wanting

that producr.

Whether it is fast food

or a simple utility item.

Like toothbrushes.

Notes

Gum

Thoughts

Sap

Ideas

Glue

Memos

Adhesives

Problems

Webs

Relationships

I believe I am now stuck.

Insomnia hits

Sleep eludes

Stress relieved

Soaking in warmth

Eyes start to close

Time to head to bed

Again.

Some mornings

as you sit outside

and smell the air

you can sip your beverage

while relishing the miracle of the sun

as it rises into the sky.

Someone is always telling you what to do.

What not to do.

Opinions are given.

Even if not wanted.

And yet here I am

Doing exactly what I am complaining about!

It is harder to find these days.

Cities produce smog.

Country life has the methane from animals.

Yet parks are preserved

and we all can enjoy them.

Walk when you can.

The air will not always be so fresh.