A Week Without Worry

A week without worry,
what would that be?

Maybe reading with my back
against an old oak tree,
untroubled by the noise
of everything around me.

Perhaps an adventure without a map,
and when I return home,
a quiet afternoon nap.

I show up for work
and give what I can.
Then trust that tomorrow
will unfold as it plans.

Without worry,
everything still gets done,
just with a little more joy,
a little more time
to bask in the sun.

I sit by the ocean
with a warm cup of coffee in hand.
Peace fills the spaces
where fear once had room to expand.

I wake with gratitude,
thankful for breath,
remembering not every challenge
is a measure or test.

For everything has
its time and season,
and not every answer
requires a reason.

A week without worry,
I imagine I would find.
A lot more time for the things that I love,
And a much quieter mind.