Procrastination

Is it the contemplation 
of the action 
that causes us pause
in that fraction
of a moment in time?
And the blossoming
of that fraction
that maintains an
inaction
laziness sublime?
Muscles becoming 
rheumatic.
Traumatic.
A disease that takes over 
the being
the sight of the seeing
as if the future is lost on the blind.
Movement is required
to toss our expired
milk
down the sink.
When watered well
the blossoms will swell
to a most elegant 
bouquet.
Fragrant?
Growing up
and around
and through.
In a fraction
of a moment.
Surrounded by petals
of procrastination
that stink.