schedule set in stone and released
reminders sent out
ritual polished
(and retyped)
final research completed
which enabled
workshop lecture notes to be fully written out
incenses blended: one, two, three
grocery list made
laundry done
two loaves of bread made
(now awaiting eggs and more flour
to attain cinnamon bun dough
that shall rise overnight in the dark chill of
the fridge)
cello played (though I practiced
none of my assigned work)
various small things
looked up, followed through,
checked, and confirmed
to unwind,
I spun bamboo (for the first time)
not as pleasant an experience
as it ought to have been
dinner (homemade pizza) was
a trial
(not the pizza, the dining experience)
I would be looking forward to this weekend
so much more
if every single waking moment wasn’t scheduled
and it’s not even December yet.
I cannot express how much I love the fact that my friends turn their to-do lists into poetry.