I have been up for an hour now And I haven’t done anything constructive I threw on some ***** clothes Made coffee Took a walk
When I got back, I turned my computer on It flashed its reminders and appointments “Do this. Do that.” Deadlines and commitments I clicked the little button that says “I’ll be there”
But I’m not there I’m still here
Guilt inexorably and surreptitiously Seeps through my defenses Like floodwaters through sandbags Showing me its mirror With its version Of who I should be
But the dogs lie peaceful at my feet. The cool morning air caresses my cheek. The sun proclaims that the new leaves are a thousand shades of green. The birds scold me for sitting too close to their food.