the sea anemone in me

I want an endless number of days like today. The perfect heat and cool water close by just in case. No sounds to speak of but the birds and the buzzing things and giggles from somewhere in the green grass.

My heart still races but I no longer seek only the wild adventures of youth and irresponsibility. I can say my best days are spent doing nothing much, normal simple things, pulling weeds, walking in no hurry, sitting still.

I want quiet, calm; a lifetime of the good kinds of slow.