showing up with a restlessness that does not end

flowing past red roofed houses under crisp blue skies

thinking about frogs in the slowly heating pot

rising early and napping in the afternoons

reading about an old building with tree-wooled stone

taking a liking to the hand-laid limestone roads

hoping the long fifth line can open in good time

seeing how many these days make the worst gumshoes

having answers right there yet they still can't see them

looking over spreadsheets to see if all looks well

looking up and wondering how the year flew by

calling it the "driving forward of wild speakings"

seeing more now as a cost rather than a room

making these lines for myself and only myself

putting out another line for the years to come

settling on a daily beat to get all things done

backing these lines up on a spreadsheet far away