POEM’S PERMISSION TO PLAY
Postpone the Day
Does your to-do list dwindle when all your multi-tasking overlaps your purpose?
New file, blank screen, crisp lined journal Breathe, pause, check my email Outline ideas, decide on a title, first sentence complete Make a coffee, unload the dishwasher, take out the trash
Text a friend, hours later recover from jokes, mockery, and sarcasm Delete the first sentence, shuffle new ideas, change the image Soak in the sunshine while getting the mail, wave to an emerging neighbor Lightbulb moment alters the title, leading to another image switch
Turn on classic rock music. Its energy beats out a poem’s path Laptop down, embarrassingly dance around and grab my air-guitar A smile on, breathless laughter, catch a glance of bliss in my mirror Work done, postpone the day. All I want to do is play.
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