Exhaustion?
A sneaky virus on yet another train?
A cold morning run, who knows.
Silence overtakes me;
A sign.

Patience, patience,

Unexpected space
among commitments,
parting a to-do list thicket.
Stillness;
the beech trees hold their
breath too.

Patience dans l’azur.

Aside from life,
days slide into blur.
Voiceless, those with me
whisper back.

Chaque atôme de silence

I give into mystery,
tumble into poetry.

Est la chance d’un fruit mûr.

Wait.

Note: The lines in italics are taken from ‘Palme’ by Paul Valéry,