If only we could enjoy the little moments
when my homework site is loading and I’m waiting
but my music is already playing
and I have nothing to complain about
because I’ve finished deciding what to do first
and though the task is on its way to completion, I’m not technically doing my homework yet.
In those 68 seconds I’ve got nothing to do (except wait) and nothing to feel but peace
but instead, that peace drowns in the overlap
under the soggy downspout of surrounding stress or exhaustion
but instead, we insist on wasting the drive to work and
hating the line at the grocery store.
suffocating our inspiration when
if for just a moment we would exhale
it would too