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)