.:Two hours (a poem)
Sometimes I sit and close my eyes,
not because I’m tired,
(although I am weary)
but because
I wish I could displace myself
from time if only for a moment.
A moment to collect my thoughts,
my schedule,
my emotions,
my motives,
and place them in a box,
organized and objective.
So I can be certain when choosing,
that I have weighed
my options thoroughly
that I have not wasted
my opportunities
or merely displaced them beyond their expiration.
I have two hours before bed in front of me,
Should I watch a movie?
Continue editing?
Read a book?
Sleep?
Perhaps I’ll write a poem that I’ll give pause to posting.
Yes, that seems to be the worst option,
yet the one selected,
and the one continued after the dawning realization,
that it was the least efficient use of my time,
which is why I wish for the box,
but know that it would be cheating.
