Brink: Frenetics

Oh blast!
I hate it when
It’s going this way:
I get distracted
By this or that,
Then realize,
“Oh no!
I’m behind again
And I still have my
Blog to do.”

I’m rushing again,
Preparing vegetables
For my stew,
And thinking too fast
What to do.

I speed from stove,
To fridge
To countertop
To stove,
To computer.

I then lose track
And burn the stew,
And zoom around
Fixing that.

When will I stop?
Why can I not slow
This frantic show?

This frenzied pace
Seems out of place
Why the race?

When will I learn
To leave some room
For spaciousness and grace?