Sunday Naps & Sunshine

There is a feeling that I try to return to
when the week has spiraled
and there is no time
to think or
to breathe
because I am the eye of the hurricane
and
that’s the calmest place to be
if
you can anticipate all of everything else all at once all of the time.
But
if I can defy this moment of panic
and breathe anyway,
I can steal time
and memory
and it smells like lemons
and honeysuckle
on crisp clean sheets
through half closed eyes
at 3 in the afternoon
with nowhere to be
and all the rest of the laundry
folded.