Wednesday, March 01, 2006

A poem I actually wrote myself...

How to do your life’s work in thirty minutes a day.

(for Robert Hass)

This appeals to me, of course.
Just thirty minutes to create a culmination.
All you have to do is write every day for thirty minutes.
It’s easy actually, so why the resistance?

Perhaps there are no drastic changes
(Unless you count earthquakes,
car wrecks
or heart attacks.)

Maybe change is like growing old with someone;
wrinkles deepen and his hair grays and thins,
but you have woken next to him every morning
for a long, long time and so every morning he looks the same.

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