Settling down in my seat
Move around a little bit
To find the spot that fits me.
Ensconced in a throne of cushion
Self-proclaimed Queen of Words,
I look around hopefully.
Silence the mind, still the heart
Chant “Om” a few times…
Waiting for a story to rescue me.
Buck up! There’s loads left to do!
No time to waste on dreaming!
Well, that’s the end of this tale. Regretfully.