The splintering of ice
a satisfying crack
reverberating back
as I walk along the path

Winter’s holding strong
but it won’t be here for long

Picking up heavy things
and putting them down

Running on a rubber belt
that’s rolling around

Buying things, planting things
watching them grow

Typing to the people
that live inside my phone

Making bread
Baking bread
(Eating so much fucking bread)

Ordering shoes
knowing I don’t need them

Binging shows
Sewing clothes
Taking walks along the grove

Writing these words
Hoping someone reads them

It seems like
the less I have to do
the less motivation I have to do it

I am simultaneously
grateful for the reprieve
& wishing for another brainless mission
to keep myself occupied

I’m looking forward
to someday having a mind
that is not filled to the brim with
compartments
stacked with dread

but for now
I’ll give myself the grace to just
let it wander