I'd rather..

I'd rather nap,
in a hammock amongst the trees,
a novel still open across my chest as I doze off
without a worry, I'd rather
pick beans from the garden, or ride my bike
along the creek, I'd rather look out my
window at the view from upstairs and
wonder how many bobcats walk
silently through the forest.
I'd rather not work tomorrow, preferring
to march to my own drummer
in my own time, choosing my
own companions, the pay may not
be monetary but is more
valuable.