Forget the dust. It can wait.
Forget dinner. It can wait.
I would like to tell my 43 year old self these things.
But it’s just a matter of another few minutes when I would rise from my chair.
And, start preparing dinner.
And, start dusting.
And, start cleaning the bath tub, the wash basins and the toilets.
The books will wait. So do the words.
I don’t know when they will tumble out. Or, can.