doing nothing

I make a day of it.
doing
nothing.
I exhale all the dead
air
and angst out of me
and inhale a fresh breath
of love.
of goodness
and virtue.
I lie down in the sun
like a fat cat.
drinking a beer.
reading a magazine
or two.
flipping through
a soft book, nothing
too hard.
I call up some
friends.
I ask them if they'd
like to come over
and do nothing.
they can't get here
fast enough.
they bring food.
we put some music on.
we should do this
more often
someone says, rubbing
lotion onto his arms
we should do nothing
more often.
we clink our bottles
together
and say yes.
here's to nothing.