Procrastination

Imagination only comes when you privilege the subconscious, when you make delay and procrastination work for you. —Hilary Mantel The cogs and wheels turning, nonetheless, as I ponder the preparation before me, having looked over the lesson; turned over the less obvious loneliness of being left with a lesson I’ll never forget; abandoned, but not by God. —quote by Poet Procrastinating Cold am I in my pyjamas; not wearing any socks. Shivering with coffee in hand; it’s warmed up to the cold. Frozen, the morning program; I will likely release its heat. Procrastinating, except for laundry. Waiting on my inspiration socks. Shall I pick up my next read or throw the book at something unseen? Pens and pencils in an Irish mug. Two leprechauns kiss; Dad misses that warmth. Observant am I, as now I see, scattered, yellow and pink silicone muffins. My mess in triplicate. I must duplicate my stress. Press in to the obvious… Once I begin, where will it end? Work, without end, to upend my mind.