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What My Body Wants Every Saturday Afternoon
It happens practically every Saturday afternoon, and there’s no way to resist it. So I’m plunged.
my body calls for a nap every Saturday afternoon,
it’s a ritual that I cannot protest against,
despite how busy my mind gets that must
keep me alert until the moon kisses the
night sky, I must comply,
as I’m writing this, the light in my room
flickers… resisting… and it’s only 4:14…
I’ve had unconventional mashed potatoes
and coffee for lunch,
who would even make mashed potatoes
with only butter and condensed milk
in the mix?
anyway, there’s an inner knowing
bursting inside of me, like a dance,
something huge is coming;
a blissful gift, an answered prayer,
so I’m resting, I’m content,
with my poetry all out into the open wild
yet obscure; a portfolio, the wealth of my
life that I can leave behind once I cannot
wake up anymore.
whatever the case maybe, God has been
listening, steering me into a quiet direction,
I am not meant to be seen,
my voice is heard by nature,
and that’s already enough.
I am alive, I am well, I am still writing.
And my body calls for a nap
every Saturday afternoon.
It’s called life.
A lovely life.
What a lovely life.
Ah, lovely life.
I’m being redundant, but hey,
it needs to be acknowledged somehow.
While I can still make time for
Saturday afternoon naps…
… until the moon kisses the night sky
goodbye…
on my behalf.
For now, let me snooze and experience
another special time with whoever
and wherever I am
on the other side.