As I sit here, rocking this crying baby
I’m reminded of all the pressing
emails yet to be written and replied to.
A pile of dishes with microwaved
cheese stains. I’m supposed to be
maximizing my productivity, ten times-ing
my income, and implementing ten incredible
new life hacks this very moment.
These anxious thoughts sink me deep
into this rocking chair. Making me wonder.
What if success is the monotonous,
back-and-forth creaking of an old chair.
And I’m exactly where I should be.
Defiantly rocking this crying baby,
without another care in the world.