is sit still. How long can you allow yourself to do this simple thing today?
Reading the post I am sitting on the couch.
I start by considering the black faced gull. On a rock surrounded by waves. Single purposed.
My legs are crossed and my foot gives involuntary bobs to my heart beat.
The traffic looms in and out of my hearing, later I notice the wind too.
I decide that moving eyes do not count and lift them from the screen. Yellow roses, a tangle of chargers, books.
My back is like a question mark, my glasses squint. The phone screen has gone black.
My wife is moving through the house. I am not sure if I want her to come in and ask me to go for the paper. This is pleasant and slightly unpleasant at the same time.
I breathe, think of making this post, wonder if I should have set a timer.