Uh-oh!

I’ve nothing to write about
I have no rants about work
No complaints about anything
No desire to illuminate some
Annoying hypocrisy

Whoa,
What is this?

Is this this peacefulness?
Am I actually content?
Confident?
Relaxed?

Wow.

What a weird feeling
The blues and pinks of sunrise massaging
My supple soul as I sit on the couch
Drinking hot, black coffee
And look forward to this day
Of restorative nothingness

Be well, y’all.