A Restless Saturday Sunrise

in which I share a practice of self-care

I woke Saturday morning restless
from many days spent
listening to comrades testify to
the inequities of this earth.

It, too, had been too many days since
my feet moved across pavement
as my eyes watched the sky
change from midnight blue to dawn bright blue.

There was weight upon my chest
not from wildfire filled skies—
our air has been clean for over a…

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