March 17
Must do nothing sometimes
To let in the better somethings
Hear the birdsong of spring
The honking of geese
And the roar of a jet in the sky
Walking nowhere
For no reason
And seeing where it leads
There are times for doing something
And for that I have a list
Of somethings to do sometimes
I’ve lost myself
I feel sometimes
And so I sit and wait
To see if he comes back