So what should I do this afternoon?
study my Russian lesson?
expand my online book inventory?
repot a thirsty “Wandering Jew?”
walk in the garden,
read a novel
–write a poem?
I could get lost on google…
visit friends abroad…who probably are sleeping now,
giving their blogs a rest.
sit here and daydream?
fix something for dinner…
clean the garage?
get out my zillions of beads
and all of their appurtenances thereto
to borrow a legal phrase
ah, the latter may be the winner
of my afternoon busywork lottery
with granddaughter birthdays approaching
a tiny bit of skill, strong thread and needles
my treasure trove of baubles and beads…
crystals shining of light of their own
so here I sit, writing a poem
about shiny trinkets and glistening orbs
…inviting a nudge from the beading-muse.