Sitting in a car
on Sunday afternoon
heading to a mall
to do shopping
we have postponed
for too long,
Pain ahead,
too many shops
too many things,
too many choices
too many decisions.
I hate shopping,
I'd rather be at home
on a living room sofa.
I pretend it doesn't matter.
The passenger seat
is my sofa for now.
The search for
my glasses
and the book
from the depth of my bag
successfully completed,
thirty minutes
on the road,
I read as if
a dream came true.
My sentiments exactly:
ReplyDelete"I hate shopping,
I'd rather be at home
on a living room sofa."
Glad you found your glasses and book for your passenger seat sofa.
Having a book in the passenger seat is the best use of your time. Hope you found your items quickly so you could get back to your book.
ReplyDeleteHappy you had a book to distract you! What a beautiful slice from anxiety and stress to relaxation and dreaming! Beautifully written, Terje! (And hopefully shopping wasn't as painful ...)
ReplyDelete30 minutes out and 30 minutes back = a hour of found reading time. Happiness.
ReplyDeleteI love how you distilled the essence of your feelings about shopping and reading into a poem. Agree with your sentiments!!!
ReplyDelete"Pain ahead,
ReplyDeletetoo many shops
too many things,
too many choices
too many decisions."
You captured so much of what I dislike about shopping...besides just a huge time stealer. What a delightful ending when you found an escape...as in a dream. Thank you for the slice.
I definitely have to be in a mood to go shopping, and when I'm not, you captured my feelings exactly! I love the line "the passenger seat is my sofa now" - I embrace that line of thinking anytime I'm riding in the car. :)
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