April 7: Peace in our Time
So little time for digestion, corporal or spiritual,
When did you last let something sink in?
We repel rather than absorb,
slipping in and out of days
as weeks and months pile up,
choking on dust and exhaust,
We wake to morning as if to a gaping mouth waiting to devour,
and hit the ground running.
We crawl under the covers at night, having narrowly escaped.
But that was yesterday, and we’re still here.
It was a toothless threat.
Not a predator, but a friend.
So let’s kiss and make up