From my afternoon nap I awake

From my afternoon nap I awake
Outside the chattering leaves flicker as the
Sun darts in and out of clouds
The brain fog gradually lifts
Clarity returns
Daylight intensifies and the
Question of what to do next
That terrible, powerful question
Which must be asked when you have a free hour.
I could walk
Or write letters
Or sillily fret about what to choose
Call distant friends
Meditate
Write verse.