At the least opportune time,
The world demands its place in my awareness
I am focused, poised to accomplish, to create…
Poems desperately trying to bubble out of my fingertips
Only to stagger, pause
While the world requires my attention
When the timer awakens and demands, the computer becomes shy and goes off-line, the erstwhile cat disgorges its lunch onto the freshly vacuumed carpet
Oh world, is this a test? Are you exercising my patience in order to stretch my fortitude, determine my tenacity?
Or are you just a naughty child, grinning at the havoc you create?
“Destiny” spins whichever way it chooses…
…but it does, at times, remind me of a toddler with a wooden spoon banging on a cooking pot…