Dad has is on his second recliner nestled between the Brewer’s on TV and the open bay window. Since he is still up North cutting wood today, I have taken over his chair. Dad often naps in this spot, and now I know why.
Afternoon nap in Dad’s chair
Lulled by breezy trees and ticking clock
the recliner sinks back further and further
until a soft doze over takes me.
My lungs release their tension
and slow to an easy heave.
My body cools and settles
and my brain reviews it unconscious log
making new connections
and sprouting ideas for poems.
I wake and warm afresh
a short while later
with an energetic calm
and ambitions enough to fill the evening.