A Maze of Chambers

IN A BRIGHT ROOM

STREAKED WITH SUNSHINE,

THE FIRST WARM DAY

SWAGGERS INTO VIEW.

BEDAZZLED EYELIDS

AND OPEN DOORS,

THIS MOMENTARY ROLLERCOASTER

IS DRAWN A LITTLE LEFT OF CENTER.

PLAYFULNESS,

A WELL OF JOY,

A DOUBLE LIFE,

A MISCHIEVOUS PERVERSION,

A MARVELOUS CROSSWORD PUZZLE CLUE.

BE DRAWN TO THE WHIMSICAL.

SEEK COMFORT AND SLOWNESS.

READ POETRY:

From Eileen Myles’ poem “Peanut Butter” —

I am / absolutely in opposition / to all kinds of /

goals, I have / no desire to know / where this,

anything / is getting me. / When the water / boils

I get / a cup of tea. / Accidentally I / read all the /

works of Proust.

APPRECIATE THE GENTLE MAGIC OF LIVING.