I had a plan
and a map
all laid out
made it out
of the gate            beaming

at the next step
two poems I drafted
on the long drive back,
none finished. What a joke

whispered the exchequer
Aimeless, I stare
past the screen.
Ruthless ,I cancel
the spin, shut it

down in a clap.
Give in to the depth
the cot calls.
Pearls of joy,
a full day’s harvest 

tuck me in before
I can ever start counting.
One day.  No harm in
skipping just this one.
Two and three stand
laughing as I welcome

old men returning.
Feel the treasure
in the safe
embrace. Moments
dropped will beg       a recount.