I will miss it  come tomorrow
the time I would’ve taken to be queiet  to let the words seep in around the busy brain

but no  right now I can’t do it   won’t do it  the letters pop in and ask for attention  but no!
the pull of tasks and ticking of boxes  too much   
the dogs with ears peaked and tongues lolling  asking for   no time!
to be still  to allow space  to flow 
they keen only   for a step outside
for a soak of sun   a touch of that breeze
a taste of grass  and maybe a sneak of a pick   yum raspberries
and yes!  there’s a chase of squirrels  and 
oh! 
     tick boxes  get tasks completed
there is no time for a poem today