I don't write much today,
For I am just a bit tired:
Six a.m. showed up earlier than expected,
Route 2 is mostly a mess in the morn,
And a lot of people asked me
A lot of questions all day.
They were kind and the questions fun,
But it's most splendid to have a moment
Solely to sit and think
And then sit and not think;
I think that sounds quite nice,
Yet not nearly as nice as the silence
Of my cozy cup of chamomile,
Which calms my crazed nerves.
My annoyances with the day
Evaporate with the subtle steams,
And I find my place of rest--
A quite lovely predicament methinks.
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