Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Poem #38

So hard to take it easy
18 days of work in a row
relief that it's over
anxiety that it's over
18 days and my nose
is comfortable on the grindstone
18 days and my shoulder
has worn a groove in the wheel
It's not exactly at loose ends
that I find myself
and idleness is never a threat
Rather it's like stepping off
a moving sidewalk
when you've been speeding along
The change is abrupt
startling
and you're no longer on-kilter
So much easier to stay
in that groove
proceed as requested
than to have time open up
like a red tulip in a warm room

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