I take to pen and paper
In the middle afternoon
Ink to work goals
Messy pages of job descriptions
And brainstorming annual themes
The roots, breaking ground,
Blooming, growing
I draw the stages on the page
Quarter one, quarter two, and on
A tree (I’m always drawing trees)
Imagine the image on T-shirts
Next to a company logo
Imagine them inked on my skin
Reaching to my ankle
Climbing my calves
I look up from the notebook
And take a deep breath
Into the sun
Another, another
I can hear the waves
I can smell the water
More of this — pausing
Less of headaches from the screen time
With love,
Natalie