your capricious mind
has drifted
from the loud, laborious
task at hand
to that sullen
land where all
is pointless,
it might help
to think of some
ponderous objects—
gas planets, for instance,
and their dozen frozen moons;
cloud-piercing
mountain ranges, off
in the distance;
even, perhaps, the huge
side-by-side fridge
which buzzes like a
hive inside your
fourteenth floor apartment—
you should try to see each one
as now effectually
weightless,
since, without a little
practice, it might never
cross your mind
that every immutable
thing which exists,
at some point
or another, first needed
to be lifted.
