Some days from 9-5
I’m busy inside my
electric head, my fingers
are tapping and my arms
are pushing. And later,
I might remember
to sink down into that deeper
place where goodness and
wellbeing lives, and where
stillness connects me to
the better part of me and us.

That place, incidentally,
is also found in the
fluffy yellow feathers
on the breasts of tiny birds and
deep in the spongy moss of rocks,
if you care to stop and look.