the “off” days

today is heavy eyelids and

dim lighting sitting crooked

knees in the couch cushions

cocooning in white duvet

pillow fort minded

militantly distracted by the

call of a blue jay or the

wind whips of the palm trees

some days are fire churning

eight straight hours of train

smoke and magic moments

opportunity like candy on the

tongue all signs pointing to

possibility and the reverence

to be present is strong

today is not that day it’s

slow and

seeping