Hectic semi-retirement–striding still to win the race;
Cramming schedules and projects into every busy day,
No chance to sit, rock, or dream, whiling time away.
Not teaching during the summer, I set a steady pace.
I’ve 12 poems to write, bills to pay, course work to finish,
As of yet, “dumb things I have to do” have yet to diminish.
The grass needs cutting; the flower beds drastic weeding;
Have I schedule a monthly hair cut? My tea’s now brewing.
My i-phone timer is set, five minutes to contemplate
A poem about random thoughts that just won’t wait.