The only friend who reads these posts won’t mind
I’m writing how I’m glad she cancelled lunch.
I’ve traveled, worked and visited. I’m kind
of burned-out interacting. I’ve a hunch
I’ll heal at home in solitude, inclined
to read and rest and stretch and do a crunch
or balance pose, for all the good I seek,
and mention here, “I’ll see you, friend, next week.”

(Ottava Rima)