by Cheryl Merrick
Beginning my day
accomplishing household tasks,
I hoped to be more efficient,
but soon found that
I could do no more
than ponderously plod.
Thinking a sedentary activity
would be more productive,
I tried to “get something done”
on the computer,
but a fuzzy mind, clumsy fingers,
stiff neck, and jangled nerves,
soon convinced me otherwise.
Through meditation,
I desperately sought
to regain my slipping balance,
but quietness
had departed from my soul.
Head aching,
frustrated, and exhausted,
I stumbled into the evening
vowing to be less “efficient”
tomorrow.
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