Monday, September 28, 2020

Whether or not you can muster the wherewithal 
to plug up the rain, blow back the stampede of clouds
and hook your extended arm ’round the sun, dragging 
it back to bask under and to share in its warmth,
find your own smoldering log first. Feed it with breath, 
guard it with resolve, learn its heat and its dampness,
where it ashes and flakes and when it catches in flame.
Focus its light. Let it lead you through your feats,
however Herculean, and let it reveal
your follies, too: firework and many-hued balloon.
And if more simple tasks await,
still find and feed, inflame, inflate.

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a ritual to start the work week