the UnwrittenAgenda

I cooked dinner
did dishes
Spent time with Kaia
Peered in the mirror
Stacked books
Flapped Jacks

None of that matters.
The intention was to sit and write.

Give the distractions any name you want.
What you name it doesn’t matter.

See Feel Smell Taste your intention
then outside AND inside will flow

through the nib.

I am going to put this one out there,
just as it started and ended, with no alterations.

Hey, here is a final thought.
We cross our fingers for good luck
and cross our chests for protection.