The mess

This morning was a mess.

A rare stretch of clear space. Flow time.
Focussed and motivated to get sh*t done.
But as the clock runs down, what’s left?

A fistful of unfinished thoughts.
Buds of ideas waiting to bloom.
But nothing I can point to and say:
“Look, here’s what I’ve done.”

And yet, that’s how it works.

The mess is the process.