Slow morning

Day underway, a chance to rest. Wait and listen. The things I wanted to say are not as urgent. I cannot bring them to my lips. I've uttered enough impatient words and I can't muster another. Rest is around the corner. Close as a nap on the couch and a game on TV. Or a walk by the beach. Not to decide too quickly is the issue. And in deciding, to let the being choose freely where the spirit will go.