Artist’s Lament


I reached to turn off the light

but it was already off

My mind was going fast;

my attention lost the fight


I seem to have that tendency

when mentally distracted

My mind provides the light;

the fire is in ascendency


It requires real focus

A task, however slight

But if it’s just redundancy

my mind can leave the locus


The payoff can be a delight

A distraction of profundity

It’s a shame that all this hocus

gives me nothing I can bite.