The heavy air is stagnant,
hanging around my door
without promise of ever
moving.
And perhaps, at one time,
I would call myself stagnant
as well...
but not anymore.
This isn't stagnant;
this is strategy.
I wait and think:
preparing for what lies ahead,
as much as I possibly could from
my current perch
in the present.
For now, I sleep...
until I wake with the dawn,
ready to face a new day.
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