Bored
you
never mentioned boredom in my mother’s presence
she
could rustle up a work project before the words
left
your mouth
she
would slap a brush or a rag into your hand, clippers or a
shovel
and point in all directions
oh
she was slick, and fast, setting a pace
that
left you pleading for release from your house
arrest
to
this day, I’m never bored. I might be on a slowdown
or
between projects. Antsy and distracted
contemplating
life choices
but
never bored
or
that voice in my head (sounds an awful lot like mom)
steers
me into motion
and
something gets
cleaned
