Keep It

Here is where you wanted to get to.
Precious little’s being asked of you.
You have supplies meant to keep you well.

The obvious paperwork’s been filed.
You still have a job, obligations,
But they’re far more minimal than most.

It’s quiet in here, sunny out there.
There are hours for you to sit and stare.
It would be a good time not to think

Too hard about what’s needed of you.
There’s a breeze through windows from trees
That nod affirmatively—it’s yours.

Right now, whatever’s been happening,
It’s yours, this that can’t be kept, to keep.