Sometimes the days are slow
and I know
I should speed them up,
get more done,
but they play my music
on the radio,
birds splash in the bath,
sun seeps through my skin
and it’s hard, so hard
to leave the couch.
While minutes crawl along
past my slitted eyes,
I hardly breathe, I hardly think,
just like the lizard sitting
at my side.
What if my heart forgets to beat
and blood pools like honey
in my veins?
What if I could hibernate
before the winter rain?
What if could be
still and silent
as a tree?
Today I don’t care that there
are a thousand things to do,
scratching in my brain.
The air is too torpid for action,
too heavy.
I surrender, succumb
to gravity,
as seconds
slowly
tick
by.
