Thursday, March 20, 2025

LIFE'S WORK

The light 
through the window 

comes in full-speed 
from nowhere 

slams and 
gets tangled 

in the woodgrain 
of the table 

as your hand moves unbidden 
to seize the utensil, 

and it doesn't 
even occur to you 

to wonder if this 
is normal.

*

Once, life 
was broke. 

Then, it got to work; 
life was 
all business. 

Now, it gets the joke—
and it calls itself 
flirtatious. 

*

The little girl 
whose smooth hand 
yours cradles 

gazes up at you now
with a quizzical 
look on her face 

because she's either 
too young 

or too 
something else 

to grasp  
what you mean 
by "a hassle." 

*

Ironically, if you want to see 
the kinds of shapes 

light makes 
when it finally 
slows to a halt,

all you have 
to do is wait; 

this could take 
forever.