Restless

I know how to work, how to

earn my salary and praise,

how to hold the lease on

this life that is mine and

pay the rent for my place in it

 

But I wonder if I know how to rest.

 

I know how to sit comfortably

with a writing tablet, how not

to be at odds with a book,

how to be unproductive, even

lazy. I know how to surrender

to a nap and rob the night

of sound sleep, yet still

wedge in a dream or two

before sunrise, before the day

lists its demands.

 

But I wonder if I know 

what it means to rest.

 

--- rLp ---