Folding Clothes
So much of modern life is an anxious heartWaiting for the next thing to go wrong
Or a problem to appear
From thin air
So to hold your head in your hands and weep.
Speaking for myself, I equate the day to day
Less in diurnal modes of time and more
As a thread connecting from crisis to crisis
Where the only rest is sleep
But today
I had an epiphany
With my hands on fabric,
Billie Jean on the speakers
And the sun’s soft rays knocking on the window
Which when I opened
A peace not quite hard fought for
Greeted me
As did a soft smile wet on my lips.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2026-06-08 at 18:08
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