reset

When day’s work is finally done
and you stumble on a moment
and you’re seated quietly
and your arms, work-wearied
rest limp in front of you
how easy it is then
in the pause of things
to put hands to face
rub tired eyes
and in that ephemeral
moment of darkness
the sigh escaped
the empty lungs
that pause between breaths
you imagine
a stop
reset
new breath
reboot the systems
start it all up again
but this time differently
everything shifted slightly
recognizable but better
clearer, surer, and more focused
doubts evaporated, clouds parted
and you long for imagination to be real.