There's a poem I have in my drafts, that I started to write a few months ago and failed to finish. Truth is, I started to write it years ago and never did finish it. Today I went searching in my archives to see if I could find a more complete version, as no current inspiration is forthcoming. I did find it in an email trail seven and a half years old, but even there it is incomplete.
That email trail...the feels therein!!
But I did stumble upon something else in that trail, a fatigued mind's moment of inspiration quickly penned. I was surprised to find that I never did post it to the blog. Well, they say "Better late than never"so here goes...
The office building is finally quiet; everyone save for myself has left for the evening. The night falls softly without, to the sound of crickets and little else. It is the first night in many that doesn’t feel like a steam bathroom. I stare at my laptop screen, my tired mind struggling to perfectly formulate the phrases that have kept me here this late.
Procrastination is many things, none of them positive.
The sultry tones of Lauryn Hill accompanied by an acoustic guitar do little to stimulate my foggy brain. I close my eyes and the music washes over me. For just a moment, all else falls away and I am carried on wings of gossamer to that place, the place beyond dreams.
But just
for a moment. All too soon, the night office sounds - the ticking clock, the
creaking furniture, the buzzing mosquitoes - drag me back to the here and now, to
unedited documents and the beginnings of a fatigue headache. Goosebumps on my
arms - whether from the cool night air or the music, I can’t decide - I grudgingly refocus
my mind on the task at hand.
