Weeks of unwanted boredoms filled with days of endless quandaries,
Waking and sleeping, eating and thinking, delving in and out of proposals for purposing,
Listless and restless, unmotivated and unentertained, confined and complacent,
Yet always in the refrains...

Of thinking and planning the what should and coulds,
Blending in moments of maybe I would,
If only, whenevers, until then, before nows,
Sweeping away boredoms with the I'll do it some-how,
Endless examples amidst droplets of ideas,
Tinkering the ponderings of what to do if,
I should embark on a wording to write,
To fill up a day without needless contrites,
Of picking and bickering and bugging myself,
With all of the reasons in life I have left,
Behind on the days when my mind was unexplored,
And dragged through the similes of, "good lord I'm so bored",
Then stuffed in a closet like an old winter sweater,
Forgotten until I'd wake up and would rather,
Plug away thoughtfully to dredge up a write,
To sling out of my mind to prove that life is right,
With reasons no other than the doing of a thing,
Can drive away worry and madness the same,
And cast them like dust pigeons into the sky,
Where the birthright of the living is shown there on high,
Then inhale a refreshing deep breath within,
And feel life anew where the words do befriend,
My mind full of clutter that needs a deep cleaning,
To find nothing particular except everything with no meaning,
Or depth of devotion other than to think,
And type out a moment when my mind met the brink,
Of a universal gifting in search of a mind,
Who had opportunity, talent and time,
To listen a while to a whispering thought,
And cast out the rubbish that would make it all stop...

For a moment in life where I am cradled by night,
Waiting for tomorrow's morning sunlight,
In a house with my cats and my cute little dog,
While the heavens keep time of my life's daily log.

Jade Jaspers