I need to get these jumbled thoughts
Out of my head.
My musings, my daydreams, my journals.
Pouring my heart and soul out
With every keystroke.

I need to clear my mind.
I need to regain my focus.
I… I…
Wait—what was I needing?
Oh yes…

I need to do laundry.

But first, perhaps a cup of coffee.
Wait, did I pay the electric bill?
Maybe I should check my emails.
Or finally fix that squeaky door hinge.

Distractions, distractions everywhere.
My mind’s a circus, and I’m the ringmaster
Who’s lost control of the show.
I sit to write the next great novel,
But end up Googling “how to fold a fitted sheet.”

Sigh.

Maybe enlightenment can wait.
After all, those socks won’t pair themselves.
And who knows, perhaps amidst the detergent suds
I’ll find the clarity I seek.

Until then, I’ll jot down these thoughts—
Well, right after I switch the laundry.