and my body says,
Hey woman, get in bed already.
But I have this writing practice,
and I want to allow the words to come.
I wait for something beautiful,
I wait for some kind of amazing insight,
some wisdom from beyond.
But it’s late,
and I’m tired,
and my body is telling to get in bed.
Maybe there is something profound
in this listening to my body.
Maybe I don’t have to make these words
better than they already are.
Maybe for once this can be enough.