The Benefits of Boredom

 

It’s the idle mind that

cracks open the window—

Lets nostalgia creep in.

Lets memory seep in-

to consciousness, crystal clear

Midwest summers where

we played unfettered—our feet

toughened by the asphalt street

chalked with hopscotch and foursquare.

Wiffleball on the front lawn, and there

we played jacks, on the small concrete porch

that held the sun’s heat while the scorch

of the day flowed into the cool of night.

 

(© Connie S. Tettenborn This first appeared in Uppagus, Issue 40)