leisure

everything moves
more slowly.

me too.

could be the heat.
could be the novelty of
not having to be anywhere.



i'm taking careful notes about everything i do
these first few weeks of retirement. or "retirement"?
i was always curious about how people not at work
passed the time. i am beginning to get it.


picasso


giacometti


MoMA

my apartment is terribly hot.

i've sought out other people's air conditioning.
newly discovered branches
of the new york public library
offer cool and quiet.

i've sat in the museum garden until
the guards shooed us out.

i've read three chapters (so far) of
dominique browning's book about
losing her job and finding herself
in the quiet of barnes and noble.

no. she didn't find herself in the
quiet of barnes and noble.
i found her book there...

i read the times each morning
with (ice) coffee.
at a relaxing pace.

leisure.