Fantastic: Recovery Mode

My mind is slowly clearing
After years of cluttering,
Of stress-filled days
And busy nights

This is the first September
That I remember
When I wasn't
Toiling away

I've long imagined
Such a time,
Looked for and wondered
When and what that would be like

And now here I am
Soaking up the scenery,
Observing and absorbing
With astonishment and pride

Experiencing that which
I worked as long for,
Resting in it
And Just plain resting!

Noticing my thoughts
That based on the slowed pace
Are so much more ordered
And obvious

Thinking unclogging,
Creative pores opening
Experimenting on improving
All my efforts

With all attention and energy available
To bring to this endeavour
and any others
That I may undertake