The Extravagance of My Idleness
each day I want for nothingness
for stillness and solitude
for the sun through the windows
just the quiet ticking
of idle leisurely thought.
lists of tasks
clogging my mind
with the debris of guilt
eventually forcing movement
achieving becomes an imposition
of necessary grandiosity.
Yet the longing in my heart
regarding torpid dormancy
spectacularly mundane successes.