Go home and find a chair
where quiet melds with dark.
Be silent as shadows across walls.
Turn down the worry,low.
Let the moment steep through
until you're momentarily the same.
Still and stillness, breath gale.
Accept the nagging not quit right
And work out peace with it.
The fixing disturbs your quiet
hunting finds more that sit wrong.
Sleep should you fall to it,
even living it the moment is gone.