Laziness sprawls languidly
across my dazed weekend brain
as it slowly shucks the dried-out shell
of the disagreeableness of the week.
So its sour words
and painful indecisions
cannot invade my saturday sanctuary.
Head nodding over the essential book,
I drift between a fantasy world
(that knows nothing of my problems)
and sweetly healing catnaps
(that know only the gentle drift into oblivion).
Outside the world goes on.
Its noises drift faintly to me, but
its stress is blissfully absent
Alone, I am sufficient company for myself,
and in my nest above the streets, I breathe
the quiet oxygen of restoration.
For poefusion’s Friday five – catnap, essential, sour, disagreeable, absent. This one almost wrote itself!