Decisions, decisions

Days
just hurtle out of control
and I stand in the midst of each
and try to breathe
deeply and think
of leisure
of sitting with the children
and reading something for fun
of just being quietly
in a bubble of time
yet I know that is
my decision to choose
this life, this pace
and I must go the way I have charted
for myself
as I see time ticking
towards every January
when one more leaf
falls to the ground.

5:30 am on October 17th
After several weeks of 17 hour days.

How are you?

Hope all is well
I wonder about the silence
as I remind myself
that we are ourselves first
and free to decide whatever we do
whenever we do
but you promised to tell me
you were leaving
so I would know
not to think of you
like this
on rainy days.