A Good Day
There is always a lot to do, or a
lot you can do. It’s so easy to get caught up in tidbits, little tasks that
feel like grains of sand; you spend most of your time just bending down. I
prefer a good hearty day devoted to a few meaty tasks. Instead of hopping from
pond to pond, you dive down to the bottom of the lake.
Some tasks are more pleasant than
others, glowing with self satisfaction, with pride. Those are the ones for me.
Rough stone, struck from the mountain, polished until it shines like a diamond.
Whether writing, or working, it doesn’t matter, what does matter is it takes
everything in me to do it, and when I’m done I’ve put my stamp on it. My
fingerprints are in the very grain. No one else would do it quite so.
I’m bone tired, but I’ll sleep deep,
without doubts or thoughts of ‘what more I could have done’ howling in my head.
The beast is full and content, sleeping off his big meal.
