hey boredom

I count the seconds
between the minutes
the minutes between the hours
and the hours in the day

It's been 3 and half hours
since I woke up

I've downed two coffees
made breakfast
browsed social media
written a poem
been deafened by my feral birds
who don't mind being outside
but would rather be flying free

I'm sitting on my son's kiddy couch outside
we've done a drawing
and we're both half tattooed
in toddler scribble

And as much as I enjoy his happiness
it's not enough to shake the restlessness
in my bones
that tells me I should be doing more
thay tells me I should be more

While I feel like
I should be more grateful
for these quiet days
where my most pressing issues
are basic housework, making food
and entertaining a two year old
while we get over the flu

But I'm sick of binge watching Netflix
and if I have to listen to one more
monotoned nursery rhyme
I might stab my own ear drums
just to get some peace

The sameness of these weeks
the isolation of these days
the brief high I get from
cooking dinner every night
just so I feel like
I've done something productive
isn't enough to fill the void
that needs more excitement
than this merry go round
of everyday routine
I'm currently powerless to change

I count the seconds
between the minutes
the minutes between the hours
and the hours in the day

© Indie Adams 2022