Hyperactive

Hyper active

I think I am hyperactive,
I am not so,
in my slumbering and rocking
in my chair,activity
interspersed between
writing and reading,
there are others more active,

there are others around me,
smart enough to out smart
others , at least they think so,
like the full grown corn
with the seeds popping out,
the farmer is late for
the belated harvest ,

I view the tall grass growing
growing, sucking the energy
of the soil, a potential rival
for the fecundate greenery,
tomorrow dawns with the
sickle of the gardener, the
rightful owner to weed and lob.