Unsettled

At sixes and sevens, as the British say.

Tired but turmoil stirs up restlessness
and when the eyes are closed, the thoughts
begin, the nagging questions, deadlines,
disappointments and concerns.
Relaxation would be pleasant.
Will be, when it comes. Turn the brain off,
park the expectations and frustrations in an
empty lot and take a shuttle to tranquility.
Stretch out, deep breaths, forsake responsibility
for just a bit. I seem to need these respites more,
as time goes by, a symptom of my age or
commentary on the daily stress, or maybe
I'm just getting used to what it feels to
be at ease, at peace, unwilling to
deny myself again for any length of time.



(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014