Ready to Rest

An idler.

That's what I was

As I reflected, drawn

Within my home.

Holidays return to boxes,

Dozy twinkling lights,

And the countdown to

The new year,

Three, two, one—

Ready to rest.


Calm; hibernating

Until the season reawakens—

Food to prepare, food to eat,

People to visit, work to be done.

Mandatory spirit.

Is it sad to say the spirit feels

Nonexistent? Where has it gone?

But anyway, I rested today,

Finally resetting.

Finally, quiet.