Oh to be left alone
To my own devices and strategies!
To muse all the day
On wonders far away.
But alas, this must be an elegy:
My friend calls from her phone
Talking ‘bout schedules and neighborhood crime.
Pets need to be fed,
And my e-mails read.
And I am pledged to this thing called full-time.
From this I steal away,
Hiding myself in the nearest bathroom.
I whip out my phone
And through games I postponeThe end of lovely loneliness assumed.