telephone wires

I am not busy.

I am a creature of a thousand expansive yearnings. 

I am soft starlight passing the crest of the earth. 

I am a reaping of joy while the tide breaks. 

I am not busy.

I am not your creature. 

I am not your starlight. 

I am not your reaping.

For you say, "you must be so busy" 

and I demure.

For you say, "you are so busy"

and I tend to the weeds in the garden you planted. 

I am not busy

until you make me so

by the very saying.