For the days, weekends,
I can be wholly unbothered
and alone
with no expectation of any interaction.
I can let my thoughts settle,
hear my thoughts
stream
from one to another
in a constant consciousness.
I can shore up the things
in my life
which have been neglected,
do the things
that need to be done
without interruption,
free to do as I please,
content with the
company of myself
as I have been
since a toddler
drawing dirt tracks under a shed
alone
with Hot Wheels.
Perhaps I will go into work
with my book
and box of pizza
to play catch up,
perhaps I will write,
or perform maintenance on my car
or perhaps
I will simply
exist.