Boredom Wilderness Refuge

What can you conclude from an evening
With nothing you really had to do?
Maybe you wondered about others.

How common has it been for humans,
Or how rare, to be solitary
Of an evening, with nothing to do,

And how many people were content
To be awarded such an evening
And how many others horrified?

You can testify—quiet evenings
Alone and without immediate
Responsibilities still exist,

But what else could you conclude from this?
Monsters of every factual kind
Inhabit your past or stand ready

To climb into it and wreck it soon.
The lamp flickers over your shoulder.
Nothing’s wilder than nothing to do.