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Light reflecting
Off the clipboard,
I notice most
When restless or bored;

It surely is
A mighty bright glare,
Catches the eye
Even from a height,

Mind in flight,
Trying to evade
The tedium
Of uninspiring work;

Or is it that?
Or just the mind?
What is mind anyway?
And what’s it go to do?

So many questions
And so few answers;
Oh well, back to mindfulness,
Ouch! Pain in the hands,

Which started up
Quite suddenly,
Pulling the mind
To see what ails;

Turns out
There’s a pain
From shoulder
To finger tips;

Banishing all boredom,
I investigate this,
Slowly wiggling fingers
And shaking arms
In search of relief from the alarm.