doing nothing

perhaps doing nothing has a certain nobility
permission not to sift through all the possibilities
assessing the value of this versus that, as if we
would be rewarded in the end for productivity.
dogs don't worry about such things.
I listened to a poet on NPR on the way to work,
her poem sounded hard to write, carefully edited,
a labored work, I hope her words are remembered.
mine will not, as they are not even read today
they will not be read in the future
even I don't read them after they are written.
I am doing nothing right now but writing,
sipping a cold tea, having written labored sentences
in French, that I love.