Pressure
Between
crushing pressures
at the centers of things
and pressure-less vacuum, there is
just this.
Just this—
this thin skin of
volition holds our hearts
within our chests and holds its beats
in check.
In check-
ered overlays
on all we see, the mind
beats against the shadows that lie
between.
(We have just opened a restaurant.
I'm averaging 16-18 hour workdays,
and 4 hours of sleep, if I'm lucky.
None the less, I will attempt
NaPoWriMo....No guarantees....
we'll see how this goes.)
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Beautiful, friend 🙂
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Thanks Nat–No guarantees for the rest of the month…
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No matter! I look forward to whatever you have for us 🙂
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🙂
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You could think of it like medical training… it’s amazing what deep positive habits you can develop in your sleep!
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Well, I do remember that at the end of April last year, I was actually thinking of carrying on the poem-a-day for the rest of the year. The daily habit/practice is surely beneficial. But time…precious time…
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I’m planning on writing a haibun for every day in April but cheated by getting ahead. I’ll posting one every Thursday on Signals to Attend but won’t have the time (or will) to post more. So I’m with you in spirit, anyway.
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Looking very much forward to reading your haibun–time permitting…
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I figured you were super busy, hope the new restaurant is doing well. Glad to see you back and that you haven’t lost your touch.
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Thanks T–Sorry your comment slipped by me–but I guess you get why….yep, Super doesn’t quite cover it. Worked about 22 hrs yesterday…
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Be well, my man.
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Good first go. You do well without sleep.
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Thanks…but I don’t feel without sleep…
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Feeling is highly overrated, unless you’re human.
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