busy

I need to be busy.
like a bee
from flower to stem
to tree.
I need to have my
wings moving,
my mind in flight,
my legs
tapping to a song,
my head
lost in a book,
going towards
some new light.
I need the wind
in my face,
the rain,
the sun. more work
to be done. I need
to be out in all
of it, to hear
a knock at the door,
the ring of
a phone,
I have too much
time alone.