A Blessed Day

No work for me tomorrow;
No rushes.

I will stay home, perhaps
To simply surf, browse

Or lie in bed and listen
To lizards run across the ceiling

Birds chirping as they fly
Dogs barking and cats meowing

Water dripping from a faucet
That refuses to get fixed.

And maybe if I'm still enough
I shall hear the precious sound

Of grass pushing earth to rise
And finally see the sky.