procrastination

it's amazing how fascinating the world is . . .
when you're supposed to be ignoring it.
stolen moments are an addiction that i just can't beat.
there's a fairy with a tiny pitchfork sitting on my shoulder.
she uses it to point out the best distractions:

a song
a picture
a little boy on the bus
a flower newly bloomed
a pretty girl on a bicycle

and i look, like a fool, at anything she points out.
and i think, like a fool, about it for a few borrowed seconds.
and i waste, like a fool, whatever "extra" time i might have had.

but it is a treat to do what you are not supposed to. . .

my arms and ears are always open,

even when i try to keep them closed.

my heart cannot ignore you,

despite my best attempts.

unconditional love.