Emerging Plan

It isn’t that I’m foggy when I rise,
but something shifts as I get vertical.
In 40 minutes I will organize
intention; then small aims exert their pull.
From out of lax I start to realize
a walk to lunch will suit me to the full,
and so reserve tomorrow to maintain
at home sweet silence for a day of rain.

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