slacker

earth grumbles
planets align
shift under my feet
bring turbulence to my soul
days stolen
or maybe just retrieved
from commitments
both vital
and insignificant
urgency boils in me
bubbles over
taints decisions
even though I’m unsure
of the direction
I reclaim my time
to prepare for the path
irresponsible?
or essential?
dreamer looks
like a slacker
to those who judge her
and sometimes
to herself

fear sets in
doubt reins firm
outside
contradicts
inside
imperfect and flawed
yet perfect and whole
letting myself
off the hook
the temple is my foundation
the dream lives within
the slacker
is a term
created by others
envious and scared
yet watching my moves
with bated breath
since I do
what they do not dare