Distractions

Why should I deny myself the pleasure of your company?

Only because I am distracted by the ever shining promises

Of busy, worry, and compare.

Nothing is returned for all this exemplary effort.

Let that not stop the efforting!

First clean, then cook, and read.

Call, walk, watch and judge.

Turning, turning, turning.

The, quiet, quiet, lovingly returns

Not to me, of course.
But to itself.