the most productive thing i’ll do all day/28

by poems & doodles

while considering what to do with my day
the hours of sunlight slipped slowly away
and in remembering all that i had to do
the weekend quietly exited, too
and before i could switch my wardrobe to fall
the new year came and i couldn’t recall
where the hours, days or minutes went
and i wondered some more about the time i’d spent
and what would’ve happened if i’d just stopped thinking
stopped considering, doubting, resigning, or linking
all possible choices to all outcomes severe
… because if i’d just got up to do it, i might not be here
wondering what to do with my day
while the daylight and minutes creep slowly away.