I am not working  
In many ways 
I have given up paid employment 
Working for someone else  
Seemed to me a bad idea 
And even without a wage  
It still does 
I know I did the right thing 
For me 
Work now means 
Whatever I want it to 
What it means now 
Is writing  
And writing 
Can be hard work 
Can consume me 
Can frustrate me 
I love it 
I wish I could do more of it 
But that would leave others 
Untended 
Unloved 
And I can’t do that 
So I write the wrong way 
In bits 
In fits and starts 
When the window of  
Precious me-time 
Infrequently opens 
And too frequently closes 
It breaks my heart  
And slows my flow 
To a crawl 
To scrawl 
But that is how it is 
How it has to be 
At least for now 
At least for me