Flight of Listless Thought

[Published on InsouciantWriting.com June 4, 2013]

Oh, the day’s been long

and it’s not quite ten.

Brain cells may very well flee my head.

So long, I hear myself say to the boss

until I think about the inevitable money loss.

Change may come but never fast enough.

Perhaps slow it needs to move

while one sits in wonderment

of where the spirit should travel.

I remember the days I would daydream

on the vast school playground

watching clouds float by

and other kids move about,

never present was I

rather in a flight of listless thought.

Pausing to contemplate

the movement of my body

as it rotates in a chair,

the scent of salmon

in the midst of oil and butter

soothes the day’s exhaustive chatter.