Busted!

After priding myself
on doing just one thing at a time,
I got busted multi-tasking,
like it was a monumental crime
by my own, leisure-time police.
Embarrassed by the spotlight,
and having to be appropriately contrite,
I faced interrogation
and made an affirmation
that yes, sometimes I do do two,
or even more tasks at a time.
It’s been a badge of honour I have worn:
being present, projecting calm,
living life slowly as a balm
for the day-to-day’s hectic pace.
I now admit, I have moments
when panic’s wave washes me off my feet,
a chicken with its head carried in defeat,
I rush around six ways from Sunday,
the well-worn cozy cloak of calm, pushed aside.
It’s hard to believe
that nothing bad has happened, this time,
like crashing the car or slicing skin with a cooking knife.
I just got more things done.
Imagine!
But please don’t quote me
or report about my spree.
I’ll deny it.
After all,
I have an image to uphold.

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