Some days are designated as ones of rest,

To recharge,

To be Mary and not Martha,

A refueling of spirit.

Noting our “raison d’être”

Will I enjoy walking through this beauty,

Never to notice you.

To see what lies under these protected feet,

Or look up at the sunset,

While I remain distracted at daybreak.

“What were you saying?”

Like a magnet the call of the gulls and waves,

Lap across a mind, as hypnotic as first love,

Calling me to sit and stare,

And wonder at it all.

Oh beautiful distraction, stay with me.