Time on my hands
Arrived unexpected,
Vacation forced
By thoughts disconnected.
Time for repose,
Or those chores to be done,
Honey-do lists
And errands to run?
Days in idle
Productivity weaned;
Old books to read
New ideas to be gleaned.
Thinking, musing,
Pouncing on pondering,
Mind’s gymnastics,
Creative wandering?
Z-z-z engulfed me
Mid-morn to afternoon;
Back to routines
Could not get here too soon.
Time upon time
Through desultory days
Work thoughts and I
Quickly parted our ways.
Not my idea
This unearned vacation,
A beastly thing,
An awful creation.
Spill beans I must
That my leisure ad hoc
Was no more than
Simply this writer’s block.
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