There is here
There is there

Do not spend
So much time
There

You miss
What’s happened
Here

The pious elephants
And atheist pelicans
Respectfully attended
The eloquent celebrant

And as the elephants
Trumpeted reverence
The heretical pelicans
Felt out of their element

Work-life balance implies static harmony — stacked stones upon the sea shore. Yet a strong wind, or a dogs leg, can cause a tumble.

Work-life dancing is more my ideal: graceful gliding across the floor, neither too much stillness nor stumbling; smooth transitions reacting to the world’s music.

So I seek to dance with grace, and recognizing a child’s dance (as it discovers its body) has its own grace, I acknowledge I am still but a babe.

I look forward to my death
For wallowing in the past
Means I miss the opportunity
To see her coming
And (perhaps) prolong the time
Before our inevitable date