It’s time to admit I’m irresponsible.

I lack ambition.  I get nothing done.

I spend the morning walking up the fire road.

I know every tree along the ridge.

Reaching the end, I turn around. There’s no point

to my pilgrimage except the coming and the going.

Then I sit and listen to the woodpecker

tapping away.  He works too hard.

Tonight I will go out to watch the moon rise.

If only I could move that slowly.

I have no plans.  No one visits me.

No need to change my clothes.

What a blessing just to sit still–

a luxury only the lazy can afford.

Let the dusk settle on my desk.

No one needs to hear from me today.