Distracted

Distraction.
A fraction
of action...
My mind floats,
like a bird that rides
a gust of summer wind...
Refusing to think
about bills,
hills,
mills,
treadmills...
Refusing to accept
concreteness,
pinned on a map,
timeschedules,
needs and reputations...
Distraction.
An escape from reality
colored in yellows,
in greens,
and in blues,
in a space within my mind
that sees beauty
as no one else can...