I say to myself, I’ll do research,

then I research and go from here to there.

I say to myself, I’ll walk through the vegetable garden,

then I find weeds to pull and beets to pull. 

I say to myself, I’ll write an essay on getting from here to there,

but I can’t decide where to where.

I say, I’ll move stones from here to there,

then realize I’ve already done that.

I say, I’ll play solitaire,

then lose all manner of time playing solitaire.

I say, I’ll hand stitch & patch the hole in my jeans pocket,

and find it’s an awkward thing to do even with an egg.

I sit and listen to thunder and lightning and rain,

and think how beautiful and awful the storm.

It’s time for yoga class,

but I talk myself out of going because of the storm.

I think I’ll do yoga in my living room,

and find it’s difficult to do yoga without the other yogis.

I scrounge through the fridge for a snack,

and find left over rice and green beans from last night’s supper.

I’m afraid to be on the computer,

because of the magnitude of the storm.

Are cell phones safe during a storm? 

I wonder who moved the mountain,

and research that. All those stones one at a time.  

 

 

PS I don’t usually use so many commas in a poem,

but I’ve found a function on my computer under edit, 

under speech, then start speech, that reads my poem back to me, 

the one I didn’t have time to write today, 

and it sounded better with too many commas.