SQUARE PEGS.....

The Art of Doing Nothing..

I decided not to make the bed

Instead,

I sat on the edge

and fell back onto unmade sheets

I didn’t polish round.

But lay looking up at the ceiling,

eyes following shafts of warm sun

lazy arms stretched out,

pretending to fly
upside down.

My search for dust

had instead found a smile,

discovered a laugh
which ,making its way  

from my head

to my

feet.... went out through the window

and into the summer,

where it danced with the sounds

that came in from the street.