On Boredom

In my racing life
Boredom is an intriguing concept
How does one get bored?
In a world with so many trees, bunnies, stories
With paint and wool and pirates
A world of lego, mittens, gardens and song
A thousand tales to tell
A million cliches to collect

My heart is full
And yet
The words of Sappho still move me
A whisky sipped by the heater
Still makes me content
The everyday joy of a morning cup of tea
Still
Will move me
Still will warm me
A pen
A piece of paper
My memories, my imagination

In this world, this world of privileges
Where I do not need to fight for the health of my family
Where my friends are strong enough to protect themselves
Everyone I know has a roof to sleep under
In this world
How could I ever get bored?