Today

I was supposed to do work,
To give attention to those piles of papers
And long neglected e-mails;
big, fat monkeys on my back.

Today
I did not want to do work,
So I did not. My attention was given
To more frivolous things, ones
Even longer neglected.

Today
I settled into a peace
And a comfort, I created for myself.
I practiced feeling at home,
Practiced constructing my home.

Today
I went diving through the past.
Found memories so dear, they still grab my breath,
Leave me stoned, empty, lost,
But kiss me awake at night.

Today
It was the perfect mixture
Of past and present that helped me remember
Who I am. What I do. What
I think. How I feel. I feel.