Freeform Friday
I spin my wheels in colorful circles
and bounce between them
a whirlwind ricochet
of smiles
and forgotten things
and I’ll do it next week.
I’m dizzy.
Generously,
work multiplies and divides,
doubling itself
as I watch,
bemused and only half paying attention.
Should I be worried?
Because I’m not really taking this in.
Chocolate.
The answer beckons from another room
And my dollar and I head
to the bad-idea machine
where pennies slip through my fingers
and fall soundlessly through my skin
to live on my thighs forever.
But I am a kind penny-keeper—
I continue to feed them chocolate.
Wandering back to my desk
the long way
the work is still not my friend.
It looks foreign today
and my eyes graze across it
without actually reading.
I’ll read it over again
and realize two paragraphs in
that I forgot to pay attention
and have to start over.
Again.
Is it lunch time yet.
Freedom Finally
I explode onto my weekend
Desperate to hit Save
To save myself.
But Monday,
I shall crawl in,
tired and rested,
a professional contradiction,
to sit at my station
slowly translating the shapes before me
into words
and thoughts
and ideas
So many ideas.
Happy Friday. Recharge. You have not yet had your best idea…