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!
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
