When taken one day at a time,
The immense repetitive futility of life bears its full weight
Upon the branches of your potential happiness.
Recalling, I did this yesterday and will again tomorrow,
Is enough to throw me into a fit of never-agains,
Calculated to shake trees and frighten birds.
Inept and ill suited to repetitive tasks, I flounder;
Why tie my shoes, why go to work, why pee?
If it weren't for biology, I would never leave bed.
Reliability is the key to order and stability.
Is the sun punctual of its own accord,
Or because its lower half needs to evacuate?
published: March '06
Indian Bay Press