The Weekender

There’s no to-do list today
No pile of crap to complete
No jotted words to prove my worth
No vision to cut my teeth

There’s no to-do list today
Exempt from the groans of keep-doing
Free from guilty, idling thumbs
Lazed from goal perusing

There’s no to-do list today
Or so I’ve been affirmed
To count the stars and passing cars
My mind–it starts to burn

“There’s no to-do list today”
Saturday’s refrain
Sundays come and go again
The weekdays built to frame

“There’s no to-do list today”
An idea much less in doing
Hot from far, below the bar
Ambition rotting, stewing

“There’s no to-do list today”
A disconnect from hope
When one day starts to slide away
To-do lists throw the rope