piglet

on procrastination,
or,
never put off 'til tomorrow
what you can put off until the day after tomorrow

slowly i turn,
step by step…

loathe to shoulder the sisyphean wheel

like cold molasses
bulging
surging against inertia

what i would do if i put my mind to it
is so much better than what i will do now.

fluttering, twitting thoughts fly by
wheeling flocks of starlings in my mind's eye
dancing their distraction

there might be a hurricane
or a fire
some natural disaster to make all meaningless

all my petty sweat washed away in briny apocalypse

catch up with friends,
clean… anything,
fuss, fiddle, piddle, file

the daily zen of pre-enlightenment,
chop wood, carry water, busy brain

against the tyranny of towering todos,
each monstrous in my apprehension

I totter, I gyre, I spirograph
around the tasks at hand

afraid to look too closely,
afraid to see, afraid to fail

the unstarted task cannot fail.

And yet.

The unstarted task has failed.

*tick*

*tock*