this day
is not what it used to be
or maybe it is
once i slept,
once i waked
hopped on my bike
then was gone
long, warm days
filled with absence
and blessed isolation
interupted for a time
a regimented obedience
to an imaginary god
with imaginary people
now again full circle
let us rest until we’re ready
amble and chore
and be oursleves
in this place
exist in this space