Thinking about yardwork

Sometimes the mind and the body do not agree
There is doubt of the right place
So many ideas, only one can happen at a time
Is the answer to do one, or to escape?

Sometimes Escape must be the best answer
There is always another task to be done
Sometimes it is best to sieze what comes
Perhaps that is why there is a day of rest

The mind must choose between words or weeds
Actually, those weeds must be approached,
Perhaps they can wait until the sun is lower
One can become ill in such heat

The eyes continue to scan the pages
the fingers continue to dance on the keyboard
There are always results
Another letter, another poem, perhaps another future

Time continues to pass
The weeds are still there

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s