I sit at my table and chair. I am content in my solitude. My laptop calls for me. Oh the hustle and bustle of our society requires us to be present at all times. There is no time to dawdle. Even on free days, we check emails and rush to beat the morning traffic while running errands. I look out the window. There is a daisy where leaves usually grow. A new sign of life. Invigorating and riveting for me to observe.
Why should I worry at the much unexpected? Unpredictable The definition of life only to be forgotten
I wrote this a few months ago, I didn't realise it's been so long since I've updated my page! I posted this poem earlier on allpoetry too :) https://allpoetry.com/poem/15092190-Morning-slowness--haibun-draft--by-Misshuabei