Aah, for the lotus-eater life
Head empty of whispered commands
An endless day ahead, maybe more.
Solitude, gathering thoughts
Forming a life of its own
On paper, fresh heavenly paper
Milky sweet tea, a rain-festered pane
The herb-aroma-ed kitchen beckoning,
The reds and the greens and the purple
Waiting for creation.
Aah, what would it take
To just be.