Multitasking is telling not asking.
It’s dispersion and diversion.
But not thinking or working.

To plow or to weave. To work or to wait.
To contemplate. A single thought.
Or just to sit and listen and wait.

Instead I scramble and ramble
I flurry and hurry.
I skitter and twitter.
Gives me the jitters.

Eyes are darting. Fingers tapping.
Roving, raving, striving but not thriving.
The mad hatter chatters empty clatter.

Sing, sweet song. Call me. Enthrall me.
Rapture my heart.
Rupture the webby bubble
Of multitasking.
That’s all I’m asking.

Sing to me. Draw me into the forest.
In a stream’s burble. In an owl’s hoot.
Tripping on a root. Rambling and thinking

Of one thing. Just being. Stop thinking.
Just do. One solitary thing. Well.
A task at a time. Look no farther.

The next step is next.
Nosedive into nowness.
Surrender to a single thought.

This is the sound of my brain fritzing:
Hissssssssssssssssssss.
This is the sound of the little voice:
Hush.

Leave the rush. Breathe and wait.
Your burned-out brain, a holy incense rising. Slow ember of spirit glowing. Glowing still.

Shut the door. Keep out the devil
Of multiple windows and pop-up pap.
More is less. One thing is the thing.

What is that one thing?
A single sacrament.
Why do anything else?