For me everything
is about rhythm.
When I scrub the
bathroom sink,
or turn to go home
from chores.
It’s the only thing
that works for me.
My internal metronome
that says I’ve had
enough of this shop.
It’s a quantitative
thing, but more
than that
a sort of dance.
Loosely choreographed,
from knowing
what my body
can do.
That says go sit down
& write,
or get up now
& move.