Scott Simpson · Poetry

The Moment You Stop Waiting

Use For Kindling · source pages 91

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You don’t even hear

the shift— not at first.

It’s the sound of your own

name spoken without

a task attached.

It’s the breath between

calendar squares, the space

where no one needs you

but you still matter.

Somewhere between

the fourth scroll of Facebook

and the end of the to-do

list you remember:

the best hours

are unmarked,

unobligated,

yours.