The Balancing Of Sanity Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There was a time,
When I would lay with mind awake...
And eyes open to contemplate,
My favorite seasons.
And with each one...
I would review what I had done.

And for no reason I would get up,
Before dawn would arrive...
To begin pacing the floor,
With a thinking of what chores I should do.
And which to ignore.
There is so much inside my home,
Seeking an attention given to come.

I then begin to explore,
The kind of day the Sun starts to etch.
And how I can avoid,
What in my head I should do next.
And if a cloudless sky,
Communicates to me...
That I should do what's best.
Well...
Who am I to argue?

I pray, exercise, shower and shave.
I may nibble something to eat.
To then acknowledge,
I will not waste a beautiful day...
Attempting to convince myself,
That a doing of chores had been a priority.
Especially if the Sun has invited me to go outside.

I am easily persuaded,
When Mother Nature invites.
And 'Mama' knows how I can be enticed.

'But,
Your chores?
What about them? '

Oh...
It's 'you'?
The good deed doer side of my mind!
Trying to inflict a sense of responsibility!

I contemplated them.
Isn't that enough?
I am not seeking to be rational,
With reasonable actions to master.

Nor,
Will I be bored today with the balancing of sanity.
I'm not going to give time for a scheduling of that.
Not today.
I am going to relax.
So go away.