or on the fact that I have to move work spaces, so I have to clean out my desk.
or this weird bout of "spring cleaning" that I have been experiencing.
But, whatever the reason, I have come up with a poem. That I wrote. It was buried under some work related papers in my paper sorter.
and, since I never, ever throw anything away, ever- I even had an electronic version saved, so I don't even have to re-type it.
It was a response to some type of writing prompt, which I can no longer remember, so I can't take the credit for being super creative. However, it is still a poem and a super feat for a linear, science brain!
Behold, the poem: (it's about me)