A small poem about my CBT stay.
Time Well Spent (No Charge)
Resting beneath the patient shade, through the sway of the cotton soft breeze,
A single wooden post stands center in the still vacant yard, its silent shadow casts a slant spoke, a sundial for the palindromic hours.
An ill mended moldy millet fence sketches the perimeter while a neat grid of concrete bocks await money’s inertia.
The vacant yard, content and placid,
Absent are the ripples of desire.