A small post-it can hardly contain
The emotions you transmit
With your disappointed eyes
And needy body.
I will write you a sentence
And it will give only a direction
for the future, as the present is nothing
Little second and endless minutes
Decorate my day
While surfing the web of paying attention
To the greedy phone.
I feel their emptiness and their frustration.
I fill them with mindfulness and self-consciousness.
The sun shine
But my fire is on
Angry and avid as ever.
Angry for the undetermined present,
Avid for the slowly coming future,
Both out of reach
Although in sight.
Pointy and curious
The rain pokes my face
On a Monday of busy with procrastinating
It keeps me awake
and anchored to the present,
The only certain thing I have.