My time’s my own. I’m old enough to sow
whatever crop I choose. I live alone,
with resources and health enough to know
my time’s my own.

But so far I’m so busy that I’ve grown
to cherish days when I don’t have to show
up meeting folks in person or by phone.

The slots this week are allocated so,
commitments might decant from me a moan.
I only have today in peace, although
my time’s my own.