April 5th

I’m always amused
how time
differentiates itself
from one activity
to the next.

If an activity is pleasant,
one can get lost time’s labyrinth,
and it flies
fast and furious
at the speed of light.

If an activity is unpleasant,
one becomes time’s prisioner.
And it plods along
slow and anxious
like some who’s just learning
a new skill.

A day to oneself due to sickness
was slow, not getting much done.
Yet at work,
it would have flown by.

Before I knew it,
it was time to go watch
my son’s game.

4 5 2017 AISI bottom pic