The Poetry of a moment (the truth about a senior moment)

A beautiful friend asked me:

"Are you working too hard again?'

It's Tuesday not Monday

And it made me think...

am I?

well, just

happily tired and

delirious to be

back on my feet again

in headstand

 while 
 concocting ideas

and conjuring them to come to life

one at a time
all at once.

busy

learning to capture delicate moments 

like raindrops...

and fail miserably well.
busily

catching the steamy waft  of a cup of tea

over and over and over again!

Is it Tuesday? 

it felt like Monday.

it felt like the beginning of a grand week.

it feels like I am as eager as a beaver

as wide-eyed as a child working hard
to be
HAPPY!

Am I beginning to love Mondays?
Well, if it was tuesday and I loved my day and thought it was Monday
then...

oh well-

how about this?

"Now" is just one continuous stretch

of a lifetime

or

maybe I am just a full time weekender

walking out of a weekend ...............................................?

Did I work too hard?

Nah, just hard.

Hardly...

(: thanks Chati :)