Slow day, braid and unbraid your hair.
Watch yourself age in the mirror, see them lines, under eyes.
Cook slow meals, de-shelled prawns in coconut milk
Eat in quiet corners, looking at Christmas lights on a stranger's balcony.
Imagine her life, breathe in. Breathe out, be you again.
Rummage through old clothes, unworn for years, yearn for smells of past years. Past lives.
Encourage clutter. Never get rid of stuff, ever.
No agenda, no to-do crap list.
Let thoughts simmer.
Tip toe around in lil-nothings. Let dreams be.
Don't try, do not try. Just be.
Watch the fuzzy sun, in the cloudy sky.
Take long naps, dream only then.
Wake up into the evening, cheeks a bit swollen.
Is it still today?
Then you isolate again and write a poem.