Joy

Waste time. You won’t find, can’t find,
Joy, unless you can waste time.

But wait! Weren’t these poems a source
For advocacy of time’s

Absolute nonexistence?
Yes! Maybe! So celebrate,

If you wake up confused,
Losing what no one has had.

It’s a challenge, isn’t it?
To feel no anxiety

That you’ve completely
Lost an hour. A day. You won’t

Care later, likely. But right now,
The thought that you simply slipped

And forgot your life, dropped it,
Lost the plan . . . Your visitors?

The podcast conversation?
A beetle wanders the floor.

Nope. No beetle was ever
Wandering here. But you are,

Determined to embrace this
Loss, this lost loss of nothing.