Do you ever do nothing?

It takes discipline

Trust me, listen

I’ll bet you can’t do it

Doing nothing is quite convoluted

Today (a Sunday afternoon) I got sleepy

The soft sofa called me

But so did the dirty hardwoods that needed mopping

And my work in-box flood to which there is no stopping

I saw the dishes piled

And the grass that hasn’t been cut in a while

The sofa and I were magnetized

I opted to just lie down and close my eyes

I thought about all the books that need reading

And all the people I should be going around seeing

My mind needed an eraser

The interminable worrying and planning that can’t wait till later

I was there, supine on the couch

I let my limbs and ponytail sprawl out

Kept my eyes closed

All the other things to do on a Sunday, I didn’t want to know

I drifted off, as if on a raft

A few hours later I woke up in the aftermath – of doing nothing

You know, the sun was still glowing

Nothing had moved

Everything I’d neglected was still there to do

The world hadn’t imploded

I woke with some strength, I hadn’t coded

Doing nothing was the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time