When I sit

Standard

When I sit

Though my body sways to throw

On a coat and walk outside

When I sit,

Sometimes I figure

Out more in my flighty

Movements from the chair,

To send off an email,

Or make a call,

And even, receive a call.

When I sit

The world is at my feet.

I am not running after

Anything. Good things come to

Me; waiting, thinking, in my chair.

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