The Allure of Nothing

Instead of being someone
Instead of dusting, ripping mail, putting checks in the bank
What if I hide
Beneath the covers
For a whole year of day dreaming, hot soup, and deep deep sleep?
A secret year of free, eager blades of grass peeking up beneath the leaves -

Goodbye to the teachings I teach
Goodbye to the people I say hello to
Goodbye to the feeling "I must"

I'll do what I want!

When you see the lump under the covers, I'll really be:
Writing poetry in San Francisco
With the cool air and the hills and the surf,
Showing up at the dances and the open mics
Meeting the young and the old passionates,
Draining my savings away
Into a wispy promise of hard work tomorrow,
So happily warm and cozy and tucked away
Alone in my own shell of daydreams.