I look down at my watch
For at least the tenth time
In one hour
Five thirty-five
I have to decide
If I’m going to make it
To that 6 o’clock yoga class
Or drive straight home
And drink a bottle of wine
Whole Foods is selling
That nice Pinot Noir
I could swing by there on my way
Get a small piece of salmon
Some truffle cheese
And seeded crackers
That I’ll plan to eat half of
Then go back
And put more on my plate
Convincing myself it’s classy
That this is what people do
When they come home after
A long day at work
Relaxing with their families
Sharing stories, drink and food
Never mind the fact that I’ll be alone
That’s just how the evening will start
I tell myself
The possibilities are endless
While my memory flashes forward
Dropping myself
In different bars
So do I check in
Or do I check out?
What’s the better solution
To my current dis-ease
My head has been sitting on top of
My body all day long
The only connection I’ve felt
Is with the soul-sucking vortex
Of a computer screen
So ignoring myself a little longer
Seems only natural
Like the path of most ease
I look at the yoga schedule online
To see there’s a class
First thing in the morning
I make the change to my calendar
With self-gratified confidence
Pack up my things
And leave