sometimes writing seems
too painful
like cleaning floors
or lifting boxes
something that ought to be done,
that requires work, strain

other times, to write
is pure escape
a way out of the office
the capturing of moments
deeply breathed
and sung easily
onto the page

thinking of you can be
such a golden breath
spinning my cares away
reconnecting me with
so many inner resources

but other time it is
a drawer best left closed
too full of potential sprains
temptations to stretch
beyond my strength
a box weighed with history
a pen I cannot lift

	-acm  (5/99)