Procrastinating time

Pecking at this computer keyboard procrastinatingly,

as before me, a digital, blue light page is blinking blank,

weary to work, my will shan’t coax my absorbed attention

from this wide open, woven window shade where cool breezes blow

through, from winds that flew in like bees from warmly sun-soaked trees,

our atmosphere’s six sighing, breathing in through their leaves.

My eyes wonder out on the grassy knoll below to witness

the last few greens we’ve lately seen softly but swiftly swaying

into bright colors before letting go, and slowly drifting

to the cold, frosty ground to rest, transform, before being reborn

anew.

Who is that?

I glanced over at myself

in a three-way mirror today,

and startled, I wondered,

who is that old man?

Hey, you’re Moses, right?

Say, so when are we getting

to the Promised Land?

Cause my dogs are barking,

and my children are screaming,

and our community is cracking

into a million little pieces

under the blazing extreme heat

steaming between whispering friends.