to-do-lists

Each morning with my coffee I work on two lists: one regular to-do- list, and in parallel I pick up the previous days’ unfinished list items and compose a “yet-to-do-list”. I sit down to analyze what is common among what had been neglected hoping to maybe write a poem about it. I romanticize at covering the reasons with poetic excuses and make of it a necklace, adding beads to the beat of the missing items. The rhythm that resonates from the skipped items makes up a tune to the tempo of some incompleteness configuration.. People listen to the melody and recognize it as their own, and secretly enjoy it, and collectively celebrate incompleteness and write songs and artsy compositions about it. A new in-between note never played before and a new color surface in celebration of this birth. I can spot a new shade of turquoise seeing the light; a fuzzy color is created in an ambiguous level toward a new completeness..