A blessed curse
Of eaten fruit
From the wrong "tree".
Of sweat and reward,
Sigh and award.
Of song-generating sound.
Of blue-white hum.
And bosses hated and loved.
Rainbow colors of collars.
Multitasking of callers.
Boots and bowties;
Gloves and manicures.
Of game and integrity;
Of field and grid.
It is why we like leather
Interior and Hi-Fi systems--
Hip-hop through Classical.
Beltway commutes--
Bus and subway rides--
And quiet.
Winds us up in morning,
Winds us down in evening.
We hated and loved
The theives of it
And the greeds of it.
We often love the Breeds of it
And the Seeds of it.
The way of eating;
The way of rest.
The Blessed
curse
of God--
Even He sat still
On the seventh day.