Like Penelope unweaving at her loom every night
(though not for the same reason)
I practice undoing.
I do all day what is to be done
and when the sun sets
and darkness covers the land,
I begin the work of undoing.
These days
there's too much doing!
Random and frantic activities
fill my known world,
to no great effect.
It's time to think before I speak,
time to breathe before I plunge my poor body
once more into the pit.
If I sit for a while with my feet up
and my mind idle,
then perhaps at night there will be less to undo.
Perhaps sleep will be sweeter,
deeper,
when I don't have to undo the day's doing.
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