People say, ‘What are you doing these days? What are you working on?’
I think for a moment or two.
The question interests me. What am I doing these days?
How odd that I haven’t a clue.
Right now, of course, I’m working on this poem,
With just a few more lines to go.
But tomorrow someone will ask me, ‘What are you up to these days? What are you working on?’
And still I won’t know.