we have to go through the motions when there’s no time
just fit in a minute to play one line.
Humans who have to schedule time to BE
to look out of the window – enjoy the sun – feel the breeze.
One minute of joy that stretches longer each day
time for work and time for play.
This poem is meant to be read 3 times with ‘play’ replaced with write, and then draw.
This poem will be published shortly at allpoetry.com