On this day, my get up and go
Got up and went.
Yoked to my own ambition
I plod forward
Horns down, hooves solid, just pull.
But I look out the window where
The pink trunks of Queen Emma lilies
gleam in the daily dose of sunshine
meted out by the goddesses of Hawaii
I am thinking in paragraphs
each thought
bumping into an indent
One more tab in
and the plodding thought
lands like a cow pie
So I start again
plodding forward
these fields of imagination
aren’t going to plow themselves
Got up and went.
Yoked to my own ambition
I plod forward
Horns down, hooves solid, just pull.
But I look out the window where
The pink trunks of Queen Emma lilies
gleam in the daily dose of sunshine
meted out by the goddesses of Hawaii
I am thinking in paragraphs
each thought
bumping into an indent
One more tab in
and the plodding thought
lands like a cow pie
So I start again
plodding forward
these fields of imagination
aren’t going to plow themselves