I wasn’t my usual chipper self this week
as I chose sleeping past sunrise most mornings.
I’ve been trying to fathom the reason for skipping the trails
and ignoring the birds.
At this point, all I can determine through my hazy recollection
is that somewhere between helping my niece prepare for her first major painting project, the disbelief of telling the backyard visitors there is such a thing as Ketchup and Mayonnaise ice creams and Tailgate Candy Corn (hamburger, hot dog, fruit punch, vanilla ice cream, popcorn flavors),
and then trying to guess what is in the 12 boxes, I lost all focus trying to remember what path I was suppose to be on this week.