And When

I have done all that I can think

from dancing jazz to mixing ink

or gaping at the sparkling sink,

even sorting scarves in shades of pink.

And when I'm deep in thought sometimes,

I dream up some red-peppered rhymes

or top my chicken with a squeeze of lime

or boil fresh water and steep fresh thyme.

And when I get a curious spark,

I flip thick pages in the dark

and investigate sweet story arcs

or feed my ideas to hungry sharks.

And when deep stress seeps in slow,

I ease in to a music flow,

chanting hymns that the sky will know

and breathing till a calm regrows.

And when I've been a bit too still,

I run like I'm between blue hills

and stretch until the cool sun spills

into dipping troughs of my window sill.

And when I can no longer recall

how dawn glimmers into nightfall,

I hope it never gets banal,

I hope it is okay for all.