Distraction
The backyard needs mowing.
High thin dandelions and exotic weeds with plain names wave in the morning breeze.
Bumblebees work the blooms, busy and productive.
I wait here coffee mug in hand
For the puppy to complete her morning toilette
But three times now
She has interrupted herself
To bounce after bumblebees
A joyful intent fluffy flash of white launching herself at and
(Thankfully) missing the fuzzy yellow-black bullets laden with pollen.
She reminds me
Of little kids who, while searching for the grail of Successful Potty Training
Become distracted in the deep pool of Play.
Ooops.
And not so different from me, either, really,
Distracted by a million things
From the work I need to do.
