Following an absence

I have been absent, not writing, self-absorbed, and now ready to post again (tonight anyway).

A short silly poem, the original in simple calligraphy on a pastelled page:

Morning Plans

8 a.m.,

already way-laid. The best laid 

     plans . . .

I am a mouse

wary

                distractable.

Where is that nut anyway? I put it

down to do Something. 

What did I do?

(Hint: the nut is with your glasses and iPod.)

What is the word? Oh yeah, focus.

          

I LACK FOCUS

FROM THE MUNDANE

TO THE SUBLIME

SHINY LIGHTS ATTRACT, DISTRACT ME. 

AREN'T THEY PRETTY?

That nut was the prettiest nut you ever saw.

The longer it stays lost, the prettier it gets.

THE LAW OF DISTRACTION 

is a corollary to 

THE LAW PROCRASTINATION

only prettier.

Come into my humble abode.

I have cheese.

Somewhere.

What were we talking about?

CLC

c  4/12/10