An idler.
That's what I was
As I reflected, drawn
Within my home.
Holidays return to boxes,
Dozy twinkling lights,
And the countdown to
The new year,
Three, two, one—
Ready to rest.
Overstimulation,
Calm; hibernating
Until the season reawakens—
Food to prepare, food to eat,
People to visit, work to be done.
Mandatory spirit.
Is it sad to say the spirit feels
Nonexistent? Where has it gone?
But anyway, I rested today,
Finally resetting.
Finally, quiet.