it can wait

there's a point
in putting things off.
maybe an hour,
a day, even next week.
what's the rush
in folding those clothes,
you know exactly where they
are, and when to put them on.
you have no
garden party planned,
let the weeds
be, let the dishes sit
in the sink
for awhile. let them
rest and not worry
about what the next meal
might be.
why make the bed when
sleep is coming in a few
hours anyway.
that fly buzzing around
the house. sure, you could
chase him, or her
and swat it with
the newspaper, but you
aren't in a killing mood.
you're more in the mood
for a nap.
that knock at the door,
Mormons, let them knock.
what's rush, you've
heard the spiel before.
that phone ringing,
let it ring, you have
nothing to give to the
purple heart this week
anyway.