THERAPY

When his life becomes too busy,

he sometimes thinks of things

that are resting.

He thinks of pencils relaxing on desks,

patiently waiting to be used –

of carpets quietly lying on floors --

of doors standing peacefully

but with perfect posture,

poised to open or close.

He thinks of mountains taking a break

just where they’ve been taking a break

for thousands of years,

of rivers running

like serene runners running for fun.

He thinks of his own hands

that often relax at his side,

and of the few gentle dollars

that sometimes take it easy

in his pockets.