stretching luxuriously, exulting in the feel of life as it
caresses my skin, sliding rapturously,
tantalizingly down the length of my body
all the way down to my tingling toes.
What I feel, in this moment,
is the frustration of rumpled, matted fur
as events and circumstances grate
across what sensitive nerves there are left
that are willing to feel any sensation at all.
Relaxed is what I want
and that is not what I am getting.
Mantras and deep breathing,
meditations, prayer, quiet and solitude
result in quivering tangles of anxiousness,
spinning feverishly into chaos.
sybaritic and sensual,
I choose calm.