The Fidgety Pen...

I use my fidget spinner to wind my watch.

No,
Not a Doc Brown contraption.

An old Seiko auto-winder,
Or maybe these days,
Auto-wonder,
But I digress.

It needs to be shaken,
Not stirred,
Twice a day,
Unless you want to stop time.

I time it,
Three fidget spins in the morning,
Thrice-spin before bed.

It occurs to me,
It takes some hand-eye coordination to get a good spin.

Maybe a little like a pen swooping cursive.

Ok,
It's not tight like THAT,
But still... Don't knock the spinner.

Maybe my writing poetry for the silent ethersphere is my way of spinning out my fidgets.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/28/2025