Shawnta S. Barnes

mug warms
my trembling hands
as I reflect outside
in my rocking chair
replaying the reel
of the day’s events

reds and blues
suffuse the sky
warm night breeze
whirls mint aroma
into my nostrils
it gently caresses
my frayed nerves

bugs buzzing
fireflies flickering
sip, rock, sip, rock
little by little
lulled to sleep
my thoughts still troubled
many to dos
left undone
but in this time
this space
I’m fine
worries can wait
‘til tomorrow