Chalkboard Thoughts

A punchlist, checklist, layman's log Scrawled daily by my hand's design Of how to manage time And to remind The milk's gone sour And at which hour The doctor expects to examine my chest And who I'll wish best Birthday greeting to Preparing a stew I'll need root vegetables And other edibles For the dog and the finicky cat No matter that... I'll gloss over what's there Filling the air With aromatic fragrance of feeling Your breath on my neck What eles to forget While chalkboarding my thought So haphazardly caught Up in the daydream of you Missed a thing or two When reading my scribbling I find I am whittling The hours away As if a staged play Act two, to begin With your entering grin My list fails to matter Lost in far away chatter Tomorrow again, I will start and end While busied, by nothing but him