Simple
The next five days
will begin like this:
I will be the first to come
And open all the windows
at office; to feel like I
let the sun shine in.
The daily signing of in and out
7 am. 8 pm.
like a promise renewed and kept
I am faithful to you, my love.
A deep solitary breath, before the rush begins.
And I plunge into the day
as into a crystal pool in the high mountains
knowing, these next five days will end
in sentimental sunsets; the soft shades
I notice over coffee with a friend.
Routine sits on me; a boiled egg
on my naval – perfect
and I think I know the symmetry of my future.
I couldn’t imagine, at one point
that I’d be so happy
to let that gypsy go.

A boiled egg on your navval???? I am very confused. Will look differently into your room now when I arrive at the office late at 9 AM…
Ha ha! I think many will find a boiled egg a strange metaphor! But the other day i was wondering how boring a boiled egg could look, but how perfect and smooth at the same time…
just felt that routine was something like that…predictable but perfect…
ooh

nice
love the metaphor (:
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you might like them