The title is there,
promising a lead to Nirvana
if I can find some time,
But really –
who has time to read
380 pages
when a job takes
most the daylight
and beyond,
life rages:
I have to eat, even
quickly; I have to sleep,
more or less; I have
a motherhood – and
children have to be
a mess.
I hollow out
time for a TV show
and a cigarette,
to breathe.
Still, The 7 Habits
of Highly Effective People
pleads with me
through the dust
of a book jacket –
so I reflect
on the title every
morning just beyond
the yesterhaze;
just
before the rush
hits.
I heard a new
habit,
on the radio, chewing slowly.
I tried; I found another
flavor – a mealy
sweetness under
the scratchy-hard
sponge, when
bread dissolves
on my
tongue.
I started trying
to sleep the same;
tasting the
tame
and quiet times –
through carlights
in my window slats,
running strips of
darkness,
until this
and that seem
nothing much.
I remember those rests
when I have my boys in tow;
I find the space between them
where I am –
happier than alone? Loving that I
can show
them about being good
souls, and gentle-
men with a woman,
before I die.
So that's three habits,
or maybe just one,
and likely
not from my book, but
still –
I make my husband
into our TV
by talking and laughing;
he smiles
at me, for saying,
“I don't think
the smoke helps much,
with breathing,
babe. D'you know
another
habit?”
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