Anchors & Paradox

And so it came to me last night,

between the slow cadenced breathes

of my daughter’s reluctant sleep…

Beneath the warmth of blankets,

staying off February’s brief wrath

and ponderous thoughts of a mortgage…

And debt

and an entitled cat

-grooming himself unabashedly…

Fingerprints of equanimity materialize,

their advent self-evident

Perhaps I have never been this free…