Breaks in the weather & breaks in the day…
Boredom’s a luxury, for which, I’ll pay.
Rarely idle hands in an idle tic.
My hands are so hyperactive it’s sick.
Making this; all while navigating that.
Both in collusion to get tit for tat.
Busied with art, with words & with feeding.
Neither, their freedom, will they be ceding.
Instead, let them head for each angry inch.
Each roused from their tiny deaths in a pinch.
L.B.Stowe 