Pop, pop, popping of cherries in summer.
The twirl of the fan doing it’s turn.
Humming of my oven
Flickering of the screen
Time for ignition of the mind
For ideas to collide
It’s calling for my attention
And i’m dragged in all directions
The eyes drawn to write
The mind wandering into the light.
Lie back and take in the afternoon
For a brief reprieve
Before the inevitable.