From 5 to 20 I was on a tear
to raise myself to power and control.
And then for decades I provided care
to family and clients: juggled role
and split attention, multi-tasking years.
I had to itemize or come apart.
Of course I bore agendas then – like gears
my labors synchronized or fell athwart.

But now I live alone and don’t commute.
There’s relatively little on my plate.
I’ve time to follow clues in my pursuit
of facts about nutrition and the fate
of progeny. Without a list in hand
I’m easy, and your wish is my command.