I no longer mine time or its constructs of day, year, or hour. Each offers a vein of value–time tunnels–I dig deep in these caverns.
I trust the tunnel where I find myself, turning over such nuggets like living a routine of no routine, a phrase that irritates AutoCorrect, defying definition. I take heart in that.
I know not to stay in one tunnel too long or my vision narrows. It’s a constant exploration this living a routine of no routine, keeping open my heart.
There are some who walk with me while others find me a fool and wave me by, wondering if I have lost all sense, and maybe I have, but there are students in the streets, no longer safe in schools.
Self-pity is a luxury they forgo, and I drop mine to follow these heroes, now no longer young, living a routine of no routine.