DISTRACTION

Ah me!

the ever enduring condition

and multi-tasking practice

imbued not just from infancy

but inherited, lock, stock and barrel

from the dear forebears,

bent on the primal, post-war necessities of survival

 - abetted by proprieties of their Age.

But, here I still am, 

an octogenarian

with eyes and mind all over the place -

truth be known, out-of-body,

off-planet most of the time,

prone to fall in every trap and hole

“don’t talk when you walk”

became the physiotherapists mantra;

Ah me!

The phenomena of scanning, not properly looking

is so ingrained, almost constitutional;

highlighted by GeneKey sages

as shadows of the womb,

an inherited survival trait;  

astrological absences of Earth 

and Pandora's trickeries,

primed to jolt the status quo

with rocking boats

and tipping up apple carts

for no good reason.