Rooftop poetry

The Balancing Act

At 2:45 I wrestle with my plan to attend the 3PM poetry reading

     in the rooftop sculture garden.

Mow the lawn...........?        Poetry.............?

     Poetry............?      Mow the lawn............?

Sunday afternoon, and the weekend

             is slipping

                         away.

The gallery is a ten minute walk

The grass is staring me in the face.

Will I have enough energy to do chores when I return?

At least enough to make the day  - 

          productive?

Curse this underlying work ethic!

At 2:52 I jump in my car,

Park in the town lot,

Amble up the block,

Enter the serene gallery space

Up the narrow staircase,

Through stunning sculptures.

Warm paintings calling -

                        Look at me!

Enter the sky

And those eyes upon me

A little late,

  A few seconds early,

    On time.

"Welcome"

As the words drift over and through me,

Leaving no marks,

Yet penetrating like

gentle breezes from the harbor

And lifting me

Into a Yes!

This is where I should be

   -Inspired

      -Arisen

         -And taken

Away