Busy

These days, 

sleep is not rejuvinating.

It is merely a break.

Our schedules have become god.

Living under its laws, commands, edicts.

A calendar has become a checklist

our lives degrated to a mere slight of the hand 

in a way that marks something as "done"

completing task after task after task

practice after practice after practice

essay after essay after essay

meeting after meeting after meeting.

 

An age that would see a rabbit made of the sky's cotton 

now knows differently.

That is no rabbit

a cumulonimbus, stratus, cirrus.

The rabbit has been beaten out.

Not enough time for him in the day.

 

because in this day it is go go go

stop.

the glorification of busy.

be still

&

at peace.

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