POEM OF A RESTFUL RESTART
When My Brain Breaks, I Must Put It To Bed
When all messages cease to send, get stuck en route, or disintegrate upon arrival, whole body rest is making its call.
Last night I encountered another episode of disconnect Messages coming in, bouncing around ping pong match speed
Firing faster than I could observe, then I grabbed a thought to respond Met with silence, paralyzing motions and emotions, stopped mid-flight
I want that thought back; I had questions and reactions at the ready In that instant brief second to reach for the knowledge, I felt the loss
I try again, practice, repeat, and won’t give up nor admit defeat Wait, wait…I see a light go on but dims ever slowly in retreat
Was it the long waking hours staring at my working screen Or held hostage by my reading glasses responsible for the drain
Who’s talking to me? What are those sounds you string together Was that a question, comment, bad joke, or brain teaser puzzle
I must retire this obsolete machine, but movement won’t compute No help, as my letters walk the plank and fall off in the deep down beneath
My memory skipped to sinking into old comfortable cushions that healed me Bless this needed rest and relief for tomorrow’s focus on who I want to be
I often have days, especially after long hours of thought and decision, when my brain says stop. My mind doesn’t care if I want to keep going. It has the final say. Enticing it with entertainment or fancy coffee no longer holds the plug in and saves the messages for me. It is time to shut down and rest.
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Check out this nugget of fun poetry from Afrah Khan.
