Poem: June 18, 2019

Wasting Time

It's all there and needs doing-
the presentation slide deck, the calls
and emails, the car, the basement walls.

So much of life builds upon itself.
Do one task and create three more,
complete a job and there's a void

that we feel we need to fill,
some restless part of us that won't
be still, cannot be indefinite.

Even at the beach, I plan and
divide my time between sand sculptures,
and wading a bit, and searching for shells.

Even resting is on the agenda,
something to be completed, a box
in need of a check mark or X.

We've evolved so far, we fill
our lives with foolishness, we pace
the spaces where once we hunted food.