i don’t often feel
rushed or hurried by outside forces.
i’m pretty easy going in my days and at ease in my nights.
but on days like today, the rate of speed at which my head
is churning out new ideas
threatens
to topple me into something like stress
or nearer to chaos than i want to choose to live.
time for ice cream, a breath of prayer and a little strumming
in my prototype mountain colors glove
to set me back on course.