Doodles

My notebooks were once filled with doodles

Adorning the margins; in class

I doodled when bored at a lecture,

When minutes took hours to pass.

 

My squiggles and boxes repeated;

They weren’t worth even a glance

But, along with my painstaking scribble,

They filled up the paper’s expanse.

 

Years later, at times when I’m Zooming,

My thoughts from the topic removed,

I find myself doodling idly,

Those squiggles and such not improved.