Today, I tried to see if I was able
To write a sonnet in a new location,
Specifically, our humble kitchen table
Upon which we enjoy games and gustation.
One might not think that space has an effect
On whether one can do cerebral work,
But here desire and habit intersect,
And it’s enough to make one go berserk-
For in my my deep blue bedroom or the bus
Aural and visual cues bring focused calm.
But here distractions will demand of us
Attention, and ignoring them’s no balm.
Success is but a Pyrrhic victory
That proves me great at mediocrity.