Relaxation

Quilting. Macramé. Gardening.
Golfing. Eighteen holes of humiliation,
followed by practice on the putting range.
All in the name of relaxation.
I’ve thought of petting a cat
because that purr relaxes,
or practicing yoga’s warrior pose.
No toxins, stress, or guilt for me.
Well, maybe an ergonomic chair.
I’ll slip on headphones, listen
to Black Sabbath or Motley Crue,
maybe watch a favorite film,
Fatal Attraction or Play Misty.
Perhaps a familiar poem
or a thrilling book—Beowulf
or the Chowchilla Kidnappings.