background static

as i packed my bag,

had one fervent wish.

that like the travels before this,

may this trip rescue me somehow.

untangle me 

from my jammed up state.

loosen my grip 

on things beyond my control.

now i’m filled with gratitude

for the balm of this generous land.

clarity can be heartbreaking

but it’s the kindest thing to do -

to decide what matters most.

to keep what’s worth keeping.

for every joy that passes,

something beautiful remains.

door constantly ajar,

swinging back and forth.

solitary space no more.

suddenly, i got roommates.

thought i’d be more territorial.

instead, i’m charmed by their petty hilarity,

their winner-takes-all online poker mentality.

their curiousness in everything me.

in exchange of quite a privacy,

i have some timely, just-as-messy, company.

i’ve been having the best sleep lately.

perhaps it’s the weather

or maybe because someone always conveniently forgets to buy coffee.

strange —

how my bed has been on a winning streak versus late night socials.

the last time i was out for a poker session,

i surely made good use of the couch.

i don’t even want to get up anymore for a live tennis match broadcast.

federer and nadal will have to be youtubed instead.

it’s good consolation that despite my troubles 

i’m definitely not losing sleep over them.

after all, it’s one of the simplest and kindest comforts we can give ourselves. 

i wish you all good sleep

as we gently turn off that mental switch and end the day.