rest your back
your spine needs you now
rest your arms
your hand has a story to tell
rest your eyes
they’ve seen enough
rest your mind
there’s a time and place for me
rest your pen
there’s more than words can free
weed out my indiscretions
tell me i’ve learned my lesson
throw me under the bus
watch me squirm
i’ll be here in my fortune
finding things we lost in the disconnect
it may not seem like very much
but infinitely,
we soar.
M.
