Needing to make it
to the next marker of time
Engaged in the activity
of an illustrious hour
or something more mundane
Meanwhile, squirrels play
in the shiny sunlight
Red tail there, sparkling
in a dazzled kind of way
(certainly, not a mean way)
Light quickly dappling
upon the windows of my soul
as I wind up tighter and tighter
in my rush to get to the next moment
