Is it okay? Enough now?
Can I stop?
Put down the achievement goals
sink into a chair with a book.
Escape.
Somewhere in the wilder world
A possum wakes to acrobatically manoeuvre through trees.
A fox slinks though undergrowth,
prowling for the unlucky creature
that will become a meal tonight.
Birds have long finished their day’s song.
the sun has moved onto other lands.
A half moon is winging her way,
following the sun’s path
to the horizon of disappearance in the west.
And I am still burdened by a yardstick
I can never measure up to.
Of This Earth 
Yes you can.
Beautifully said and so familiar to me