I have all day,
the digital display
of my computer
will not display
the games I play,
or let me watch any movies,
It won’t even boot properly.
So, I go outside.

Walking, the sun warms
one side of my face.
I brush my hand
against the bush
that sits
just this side of
a ***** gray fence.

Thin limbs of light brown
poke my darting digits
that dared to ******,
observe, and explore
the texture of the
yellow green
miniature leaves.

I take my time,
see strangers stray
in a laze
walking slowly
away,
hands interlaced
in an unpracticed stage
of adolescent love.

The private school black top
is broil an egg hot,
but unlike long ago
I do not let my toes
touch that searing summer heat,
I do not need to test me
anymore.

I drive out to the country
just to relax,
and follow a road
that takes me back
to my brother’s
grandma’s and dad’s
house.
I haven’t gone there
for a very long time,
my mind says
I should go visit them,
but then I remember
they are both dead

I try to enjoy this
disconnected day
but, every hour or so
I catch myself thinking
I should look that up
when I get home,
or I will watch this,
or play that.