Amelia feels stressed and distressed
Too tired for productivity
Too late for adventure
Too busy for love
Too early for bed
She looks at the pile of laundry
–reminds her of one hundred unanswered emails
Oh, sweet procrastination!
Amelia runs the dishwasher and sweeps the floor
while adding items to a mental list
Amelia remembers the big day with a personal deadline
Unclaimed thoughts disrupt her prioritisation attempt
tasks deadlines duties hobbies meetings love notes reports reviews jazz hopes reminders clocks
tik tok tik tok tik tok tiK tIK TIK!
Amelia’s heart is up-tempo
–her knees flutter like humming-bird wings
She lies down –right there right then
Desperately
Amelia scrolls her options
No time for therapy
No reason to cry
No energy to laugh
No mood for exercise
No peace for yoga
No! NO!
Amelia takes control!
She closes her eyes
takes three deep breaths
one two three
paces her heartbeat
relaxes her imagination
Sparkling butterflies spread a breeze of perfume
[ Colorlight ]
Amelia’s face golden-glows under a blissful sun
[ Ocean waves ]
He hugs her tenderly while kissing her lips
It’s ecstasy day at 2am and she dreams stories I want to live
Amelia floats on the liquid of love and calmness
She bathes in daydreams and forgives
invents a story weaving strands of reality and dreams
Amelia experiences passion and an ethereal eternity
Reality will come back
Amelia will meet the deadline
–with a pleasant smile and a fuelled heart
Laundry will be done and emails answered
Amelia rests in the fiction of imaginary realism
Chaos relaxes into ordered fractals
What’s the point of procrastination if love finds you tired?
_____Adriana Citlali
XXV-V-MMXV