The Extravagance of My Idleness
each day I want for nothingness
for stillness and solitude
for the sun through the windows
no noise
just the quiet ticking
of idle leisurely thought.
inevitably,
lists of tasks
build up,
clogging my mind
with the debris of guilt
eventually forcing movement
toward accomplishment
achieving becomes an imposition
of necessary grandiosity.
Yet the longing in my heart
remains
steadfastly ambivalent
regarding torpid dormancy
versus
spectacularly mundane successes.
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