I just read Ross Gay’s essayette
“Among the Rewards of my Sloth…”
and it reminds me that
sometimes I berate myself
for not having got this or
that done, but don’t
I find that in my waiting
I often discover new & better ideas
on how to handle things, or
I find some treasure that is just
right for that new friend I have,
or I realize that something I was
going to do is actually
not necessary, so isn’t
procrastination a kind of grace
we give ourselves that allows us to
see more clearly as it sheds a light
on our congested lives?
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