Oasis

A calm has overtaken me of late.
I get some time at home without a task.
Catastrophe is nowhere near my gate
today, and I don’t have a boon to ask.
No one I love is newly stricken now,
and though I’m sure some shit will happen soon
(anon is relative), I don’t know how
I want to spend my time this afternoon.

Adversity will certainly recur,
and as it does I’ll strive and use my strength,
but also I’ll remind myself to purr
when nothing’s wrong. I’ll notice peace at length,
indulging in some decent gratitude,
and grooming my impatient attitude.

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