In utter stillness, watch the sun yield to a sheet of night
Refusing to be without light, revert to candles, hazy sunlight held in flickering flames.
Bask in the luxury of unhurried time and the rare guilty pleasure of choosing yourself
First
Sometimes.
Eyes fluttering closed, inhale the symphony of waves crashing the shore
Rocking yourself to the personal relevance of the moment.
It would not be uncool to feel a smile poking at the corners of your lips
As things that could matter drift out with the tide,
Flowering bruises vanishing with it.
You are lighter, fuller, lighter, stronger, lighter, wiser, full of time and wonder.
Because rest is a whistled breath that consoles and completes.
Because rest is a time capsule, the gift often unwrapped years later.
Because rest is a prayer that becomes a beacon
To a dozen points of light unmissed until found.
After a spell, To Do’s will taunt unless and you suddenly push them off, laughing.
The cage opens, you fly out
Softer
Stillness having rolled down your spine for a bit like a lush, velvet curtain of sleep.
Copyright © 2022 Nailah Shami
Better For That 
Truth! I love the lines: “Because rest is a time capsule, the gift often unwrapped years later.
Because rest is a prayer that becomes a beacon
To a dozen points of light unmissed until found.”
All the gifts we miss when we are not at rest.
Thanks Mona! Wish I had trusted the power of rest decades ago, but I’m here now. (Tea mug raised) To rest – hope you are getting some. 🙂