The 6am view from the bedroom, leads my eyes to quiet graves by sunrise.
Frantic thoughts and heart and panic attacks.
Rest my soul, my spirit, my mind, my heart, my life.
Let go of results, success, achievement, fame.
Be still with the spreading of WAX, punching in data, the baking of cookies.
Take note of my daughter's morning kiss, my husband's sacrifice, the doctor's empathy, the sunshine and my father's perfume gift.