Time and a little space
Sometimes nothing is everything
weary of trying to fit things injust a few days of peacejust a few days of no thingeven recharging can cease to just be, without thoughtno calls or texts to burden meno hassle, no more holding fortsome time to spend in solitary to watch a satellite cross the night skynot seeking of a destinationa trajectory, but no waving goodbyefor it will return after some deliberation from the place where stars are bornthis universe where movement is energyand yet stillness and rest heal the wornrestore a balance and diffuse the lethargy