Every spare minute

Every time I tried to subtract something from this day, more was added in.  I*m sure there is a message here, somehow.  Now I am try to figure out how to fit five people (six including me) in my office on Monday.  I*m sure I can find a spare chair to sit in.

Every spare minute,

Was not spare

Today.

I attempted to grab

A second here

A second there.

The places I inserted time,

Those places

Were filled

Before I knew it.

It is almost 5:30.

This counts

As my morning poem.

The sun moves

To set.

At least it is still summer.

Daylight hangs around

For another couple hours.