Dear Friend

I wish
you
the luxury of
time.
Unlimited.

For you to
loiter, and
bask in the
glorious glow
of rushlessness.
Seeping deeply
into
the things,
that aren’t really
things. Those things that
really matter.

And sleep.
That deliciousness, we
often disregard
as “busy adults”.
And long, lazy afternoons
nodding in
and out, of consciousness.