I’m at my desk with pen in hand
or fingers on the keys,
I really ought to be getting on
instead I feel unease.

There’s something squatting in my mind
right where my work should be,
a mental barrier holding back
my productivity.

I keep on putting it aside,
whilst grasping my mind’s reigns,
only to discover that
I’ve picked it up again.

Perhaps the perfect answer to this
wretched predicament,
is to give in to it and to give it all
until my joy is spent.

My fear, however, of this tactic,
is if I give it a go,
the joy will never ever cease
and ever onwards flow.

And so to solve it instead I wrote
a poem about my plight, and
now back to work I must return
and hope it’s put to flight!

Returning from holiday to work is always a challenge… especially when another break, this time at Greenbelt Festival, soon beckons.
(19.08.24)

© Ben Quant 2024
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