I sink into the sofa,
letting my arms fall
limply to each side.
Head back,
eyes closed
I breathe in the stillness,
allowing it to fill my lungs.
Upon release,
I feel the tension leave
my body,
the pressing weight
of children,
today’s dinner menu,
dishes—laundry.
In that one moment,
I let it all go—
ease my shoulders
down,
tell myself 
it’s OK to be still,
to simply exist
in this tiny pocket
of time.