I woke early after a night of busy dreaming involving
[but not limited to]
bathrooms in trailer parks designed like museums, yoga on a woven contraption, moving from our house and trying to put all the contents into the back of my car while bringing all the stuff through a tunnel?
No wonder I got up, made a cup of tea,
my cure-all for everything,
especially free-floating anxiety about tunnels
I'm thinking about you, dear reader.
are you still asleep
up with the kid
off to church
out for a run
walking the dog
counting your breaths
I'm thinking about this line I read somewhere,
wondering if I could allow myself to try it on for size,
just for the hell of it, give Henny Penny the day off ~
The whole world
to shower you
Breathe it in, see what happens.