Fuzzy Day

A warm fuzzy day in Honolulu, reminds me of work I've left undone. Unseen planes above the haze trouble you, are they going, or coming, the question is? How do I finish a life on the fly? Should I complete one sure thing in time left? And that is the rub! The time that I die could be tomorrow, or some time less def- inite. Not profound! Anyone could say that. The problem is each day comes the nudge that reminds me how short my tether may be, leaving indecision not to budge. Tomorrow is not too late to finish an over-due project with relish.