Drift

I will unplug,
Unwind, untether.
I’ll surf the wind,
Not the web.
I’ll ride a bike.
Anywhere.

 

Weed the garden.
Prune a pear tree.
Walk. Alone. Far.

 

(Source: “Drift”, 40×41: Midlife Crisis Postponed)

The top half of riff on slowing down, pausing. Now, not tomorrow. Because tomorrow never comes.

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