Getting a day ahead of myself

I have continued the habit of posting poetry on Wednesday, in tribute to the now-defunct FreeVerse postings sponsored by Cara (bring 'em back, Cara!)


Today's an exception; I loved the newest poem from Maya Stein and wanted to feature it, since it represented the day I had (and also tied back into yesterday's chocolate pudding!).



Besides, tomorrow is the first day of my new job, so I'm reserving the blog for tales of the day.








spoonful

~by Maya Stein

There were ways to attack the day, and you did just that,
razoring a path through every list and chore, slicing into the meat
of your endless to-do’s with a steel-eyed rigor. You are so good at
flinging yourself at the buzzing mechanisms of your life, separating wheat
from chaff. But eventually, the hours narrowed to a close, and the clutch
you'd kept on your efficiency diminished too. You fell to the couch a little
discombobulated - despite your efforts, feeling like you didn’t do that much.
And no wonder. Without pleasure, the work is vacant, a bookend with no middle.
So you bent to the happy task of chocolate pudding, forklifting one slow
spoonful at a time, and soon your clarity returned, your tenderness, your glow.