It’s not that I don’t have better things to do
Per se
Like worry
But today
The birds are happily chirping
Some planes pass overhead
It’s warm enough for just a sweater
And my god, the sun’s rays are glorious.
It’s not that I don’t want to think
Per se
About my future
But alone on a swing,
Meant for three
Head leaning back
Half my face is hot
In my shadow: dark long curls swaying over the headrest.
It’s not that I don’t have ambition
Per se
Almost too late for where I’m meant to be
But hands on the back of my sweatpants
Legs hitched up
My knees gathered to my chest
My feet spilling to either side...
To the seats adjacent.
It’s not that I don’t want
Per se
To be in your company
But the book I’m reading
Is placed comfortably
By my side
Open and face down,
Waiting for me to continue.
So really, losing my page,
Would be a nuisance.