Today’s same

The today typical wasn’t any brighter than the last,
But a hush in my breath whispered—this too shall pass.
Unlike yesterday, I was rested and whole,
No rush in my limbs, just calm in my soul.

I thought a bit clearer, no spirals, no spin,
Laid the plans early, let stillness begin.
Then replanned again, like a sculptor with grace—
Chiseling time till the hours found place.

And boredom, that shadow from yesterday’s side,
Didn’t dare trail me, had nowhere to hide.
Not when my mind played a gentler tune,
Dancing with tasks beneath a calm noon.

Three things today, not twenty to chase,
No chaos galloping at breakneck pace.
Just three quiet stones on my palm to weigh,
And balance returned in a softer way.

Two days ago was a sleepless fall,
With blunders that echoed down every hall.
I spun in the fog, dizzy with doubt,
Too many paths, and none with a route.

But today, a whisper—a lesson learned,
From dizzy nights and restlessness earned.
That less is more, and quiet is wide,
And peace walks in when you walk beside.

So here I sit, with three plans in line,
No rush to finish, no mountain to climb.
For in the gentle rhythm of just a few,
I found the space where my spirit grew.