Sunday Vibes, a poem.

Spending a moment outdoors,
to feel the sun on my skin,
breathing the fresh dew in.
Natures humidifier.

Absorbing Cary Grant movies
on Turner Classic like
the cleaning rag soaks up suds.
Meanwhile – I am avoiding my chores.

I sit in my bed, crosslegged,
blanket in my lap,
I muse.
I read.
I write.
Sometimes I scroll.

I think.

My body releases this week’s tension
leaving the sun to heal the skin
and my bed to heal the rest.
The bathroom may remain dirty,
but my soul –
it has been cleansed.