Today I find myself just milling along…

Today I find myself just milling along…
When I let myself settle, I can sort myself out…
There are answers in the presence of nature….
Where it is big, warm and peaceful.

But still there is worry…
Stupid stuff, like….
Why I exhaled when I should have inhaled…
Why the sketch never changes…
As I draw that same chalk line over and over again.

The ticking clock pays no heed…
Precise in the midst of my chaos…
The ringing alarms reminds me…
I have a standing appointment with the universe.

Then I figure, where I am is where I am…
So what if it is written in letters I cannot read…
I still can feel the vibrations of peace…
Smell the sweet scent of hope.

Yep, my life is something like that…
I mill and I mill until it is time for bed…
It is here that I feel strong and safe…
As I drift asleep in my Butler’s arms.

I love you,

Annie