Anxious

Good morning Dear Ones! Today’s draft was inspired by monkey mind, rumination, and planning for a long trip.

There is a tight formless ball of anxiety 

pressed in the space 

between sternum and pericardium.

You may be bored by this revelation,

let your eyes drift off to something

alive and beautiful.

I don’t blame you for it.

I envy your wandering attention –

its freedom and its ease of step,

its jaunty trek around the space of your existence.

The thought of you

daydreaming yourself onto a temperate beach is

a conduit, a siphon,

A drain placed directly in my chest pulling

apart the anxious, matterless mass.