Amid the everything excitement
The stress, the tasks, the lists
The necessities, responsibilities, production, pressure
The incomplete, the undone, more to come, next
We make a pause, a break, a spot

We stop.
We burrow in, dig down, cozy up, cover over
And resolve to resist, release, relax.
This moment requires nothing.
The calling voices weren’t asking for our addition
Only our appreciation.  They advise patience.
They whisper serenity, beauty, wonder.

See?  The air is still. The water smooth.
We float like boats
Like motes unmoored, nothing doing
Drifting, lifting, a raft pointed nowhere
Weightless, wantless.  Less-less.  Less.  Less.