Down-Time
It takes a little down-time
to mend a yesterday,
soon enough
clocks and computers catch up
to where I left my temper on simmer.
That period of healing
is often slotted into
the main-frame of being
and goes mostly unnoticed.
It gets to work humming quietly
while I review, then dismiss
the mud and ruts of that short
journey into now.
Whatever went wrong feels right
and means so little today.
In fact, all my irritating troubles
are our of my mind
and running free
like breezy brained squirrels
seeking again,
all those toothy nuts
they so hurriedly missed
yesterday.
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