I guess I lost an earring yesterday,
a favorite pretty valuable to me.
And I have been so frantic – that’s my way –
I’ve singed my pants and comforter. You see,
I’m lately far too busy to be smart,
too loaded with responsibility
to have the time to rest or read my heart
or head or body needs. Serenity
is foreign and impossible right now;
I can’t escape my own velocity.
If I were ever calm, I don’t know how
to resurrect its shape, and harmony
remains a state I hardly can remember –
I hate to shop off-line, and it’s December.