today i was sitting on the couch

with nothing to do, 

but lots i could be doing.

i was thinking about how days go by, 

we do our things we 

think we need to do.

the days just keep going and

we do the same things,

day after day.

so i pulled down some of

my favorite poetry books

and read random poems

while drinking cold tea

on a thursday afternoon.

it felt like a different thing to do

on a late afternoon.

but now i'm done reading

and someone is asking for dinner.

a dog needs outside.

someone needs to be picked up.

dishes need to be cleaned.

laundry needs to be changed over.

and i already forgot about the poems i read.