let's not be in the moment,
we swelter in the sun, our eyes peering through slits
towards shimmering mirages, our minds take us
to crystal-clear cenotes and Mayan ruins, the
cool water flows over our bare skin.
let's not be here in the classroom, bored out of our minds,
when we can compose a symphony, conduct a 100
we'll listen when there is something worth hearing.
where the human imagination can go,
let it go.
the cleaning of dirty dishes does not require the full mind.
I'd rather dream of walking through alpine meadows,
imagining lying in the softest warmest bed with a good novel,
the dishes can mind their own selves,
they do not need my full attention.