Oh that delicious feeling of never getting out of bed. The battle within. Knowing that routine was king, and would win, because life is weaved around a framework, which urges disciple, and gives rewards, which are really life's gifts. But once in a while, just sometimes, when the windows lay unopened, the curtains remain drawn, and the body pleads for respite, sometimes as a false alarm for rest, sometimes just for indulgence, sometimes as a mere call of indolence, we decide to give in. Without guilt. As a valid choice, as a happy choice without any value judgement. Because life deserves the pause between moments, the lazy minute between two busy ones. As our mind eases and slips into a peaceful penumbra, in that half-light of giving in, we, strangely, find answers to questions we might not have even asked. And we know, this is life too, that this too is important. That between being busy and madness, this comma is the circlip which keeps us connected, springily, alive. So - the world outside calls us into action, but for one brief morning we recognize that languor is just another way of belonging to the world. If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the mornings of our lives - Mother's Rambling Lessons on Life Imparted in Morning Walks Lovers in the Morning A Morning Ramble in How Love is Rediscovered at the Bottom of Rubble Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Liberty Quest by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/Liberty-quest Licence: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license
