Indolence

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You make me feel anonymous and rough

Like a weary mechanic on an endless rattling line

Every day I feel irresolute and lethargic

Like an old man who has sat on a bench in the sun too long

I want to read and drink warm tea all morning

I want to wander with children and bother seagulls at the beach

And pluck skittish crabs from under rocks where they lie

I feel like staring still smiling at the Sea

Like a smug bum at the dock who waves the last ferry home

Daydreaming that its vast expanses and blackened boundless depths

Teem with endless varieties and colors of fish

I want to plunge into the earthy loam, plant, harvest and consume

The green leafy remains of whatever grows

At the end of the day I want to listen only to cicadas and birds and

The sound of sated breath inflating the trees

In the dark I want to breathe ever slower until I die

Content as if I want for nothing

But I crave for mundane things

Made sublime.

Indolence - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                         13