Thanks to my
broken left ankle
I can enjoy a slow life.

I enjoy decluttering
and cleaning my room
sitting on the floor.

Thanks to my
broken left ankle
my eye level gets lower
to think on the lower level.

I can think of
my Mom’s feelings
who was bedridden.

Thanks to my
broken left ankle
I now enjoy drifting
on the time wave.

What a freedom
without being pressed
by anything!

By what
have I been pressed
so far in my life?

By time?
By work?
Or by obsession?
(March 19, 2023)