I step outside
in the morning
letting my being

blend
with the gentleness
of the day

before
my guard
is up

before
my agenda
is activated

I pick blueberries
sit with my words
sip on coffee

nowhere to go
no particular
place or person
that needs me

more than
I need me
right now

savor
this gentle quality
the coolness
before midday heat

tending to my
tormented self

grieving
gently
and
somehow
trusting

(c) Maja Bengtson, 2017