There is no urgency now.
Afternoon has dimmed into evening,
Branches fading into the gray cloud backdrop.
Lights come on as I sit in the dark,
Glancing lazily out the window,
From time to time wondering,
Isn't there something I must do?
Only to answer, No.
Nothing is required.
A rest, a nap, a game, a thought,
Another glance out at the undemanding night
As it falls into sleep.
1. When and how often do you feel the lack of urgency?
2. In those moments when you are not required to do anything, what do you do?
3. Is the lack of urgency restorative, peaceful, empty, frightening, or some other thing to you?