Own the Day

Too many hours

own the day.

To do the things

I wish to do,

I make a list called

“things to do,”

and I become spoiled for choice

and choose to do nothing

over frantic task-rabbiting.

I set out

to check my list

and focus on one,

and when I hone in

like a pigeon,

time flies,

the moments expand,

and I find there are no

hours I can find,

there is never enough time.

Then sleepy eyes

visit me in the throes

of tumbling down these rabbit holes

and I am oddly at ends

with what I have just begun.

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