I'm bored, Mom.
Well, go swimming.
I don't want to.
Go to the park. Meet your friends.
I don't want to. I'm bored.
Well, go fly a kite.
Mom, that's NOT funny!
so much nothing
so much time
endless time
hot, endless time
meals dot along the hours
too hot to eat
ice cream creates a peak
then evening falls
grass takes on the power of lush
time to lie in the grass
till the first insect
then more time
lots of time
sun never sets
lots and lots of hours
walking into the never setting sun
it takes minutes
then time stands still
sun falls into burgundy wine
sinks into reveries
so much time all mine
doreen! she's beautiful! that picture is a classic.
and you poem reminded me of a friend who, when the kids complained they were hungry (what's to eat? no i don't want that. what else is there?), she'd always say "rabbit's arse with syrup, but the syrup's finished"