looking for motivation

i looked under the sofa this morning, and behind the dog food,
finding nothing more than a mouse trap still loaded with peanut butter.
it wasn't in my bike basket or in my lunch bag, the cloth napkin only peered
back at me, colorful but not terribly useful,
maybe i could go to the dentist like Scratchy and look there between the
first and second molars or under the tongue, a scrape off the cheek may contain
some relevant cells that could be cultured into motivation.
i'd rather laze around all day and ignore the problems of space, of
bouncing molecules and hazy theories, ignoring the need for crisp
answers when none exist that i can find, let the garden fend for itself
and the refrigerator go empty, i looked and there is no motivation in any
left-over containers, or even with a "good until" date that is still current.
no motivation to be found, i settle into my chair and write, lift my flute lazily
to my lips and blow out the light, let the stars shine tonight.