morning myst. scattered lines.
a morning’s mirage
of lines lessening with
words aimlessly weeding.
overgrown routes coveting
an out-dated mapping.
eyes purposefully shut
to grab a minute of.
gazing o’er the landscape
of ever-repeating patterns.
this morning’s task.
pick one for a minute.
legs cross in indecision.
uncrossed.
weeding
reading
breathing
feeding
hearing
closing
seeding
breathing
opening