I have a list sitting by my computer
It is a bit long
And a lot boring
Words scrawled on lined white paper
Tasks like: call xyz, and finish that article you started a year ago
And I just was stuck with it all today
Because a certain file would not upload
Instead of simply coming back to it
Maybe tomorrow or maybe next week
I tried over and over
and over I tried to upload the file
I shrunk it
I saved it as a .pdf
I saved it as a .jpg
I saved it as a .docx
It would not upload
That task was not complete today
And the list is folded over
Sitting by the computer
Folded over perfectly
So I can forget what it is I am supposed to do
And instead I will do something else
Something else indeed
Like lay on the hammock with the girls
Under a beautiful clear blue sky
Not a cloud in sight
Two eagles fly high, high, high over head
The kids run races and they train the beagle
to be a racing horse-dog
We become royalty, wearing crowns and smiles
As I talk in my best-worst English accent
Issuing orders on how the queen herself can best be served
We eat tacos and broccoli, like all of the royals do
And I request that they add some money to my royal pile of money
I am the queen after-all.
The imaginary pile turns into a mountain of money
The royal horse-dog eats his dinner and gets walked before bed.
Flowers picked by the princesses are placed in vases.
Teeth are brushed.
Royals kisses and queenly hugs are distributed.
And after the princesses are in bed
Far too late
The list remains, upside down and inside out
It will be there tomorrow
Unless the royal cat spills water on it
Or the horse-dog eats it
Or a giant wind whisks it far, far away
Up and up and up
To where the eagles fly across the bright blue sky.
The list would flutter there
An unidentified lying, flying object.
I will have this list tomorrow.
The list will remain.