Today was a quiet day.

I watered my plants.
I organized my books.
I took out the trash.
I danced in the kitchen.

I don’t know the last time
I moved my body so,
with little direction beyond
the desire to not be still.

Today, I was quiet.

It felt good to be alone
and let the world’s misgivings
wash away from my brain
as I scrubbed dirt from my nails.

My stillness shifted as I grew
more aware of the emptiness,
and I descended into a release,

a release of everything I’ve held
inside for weeks now;

a release of dream-emotions
entangled with real ones;

a release of bad brain thoughts
and their sticky situations;

a release of *this.*

Today, I was alone

with only cats
for companionship.

I’ve needed this for a while now,
having bottled up so many things
while the world spun too
rapidly.

Today, I am here.

I am here I am here I am here.