How to enjoy the time that is 
without worrying about what will be, 
when the time that is, is only so, 
relative to what will be.
 
I lay here 
on a beautiful 
Saturday afternoon
smelling eucalyptus 
and seeing light come in 
through the shades. 

I want this to last forever 
but think about Monday. 

I wonder about 
when to go and 
when to stay. 

I think it’s about time I rest;
and that’s the scariest thought 
I’ve ever had.