Writing In Between Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

When I have no time for me,
I relax by writing a little poetry.
Glimpsed between the pauses in thought,
Were tormented ideas, written while fraught.

When I think I have a few minutes of time,
The poems get longer, line by line.
When I see a quarter of an hour to write,
The brain races, but the pen has little might.

When I wish half an hour to be there,
Many chapters are begun with great flair.
Even when I know an hour could be mine,
Doubts and anticipated interruptions rob the time.

The simplest way for me to enjoy all that I see,
Is to sit and do nothing, through this wild mental activity.