Relax…. Take a breath.
Relax….Take a breath.
Just write calm begotten poetry from this place called death we pretend is life.
Have a go at love, carefully, with a free-flowing nature.
Go on, have a go twice.
Turn the dial backwards, the egg timer over.
Put the world on ice.
Find a four-leaf clover, listen to the rain water trickle down the window pane on days when all you had to do was read.
Go on, take a breath.
Relax and proceed.