when the sun rises
and you drop your feet
into your boots faster than
the clock turns its hands
so you can run out the door
and head to work
no matter what the day
no matter the weather
no matter anything
to fight your way into life’s
lifeless tasks, commonly known as work
thinking that is the only thing that matters
and then the Earth flies along the Sun’s azimuth
where it shines brightly to let in the light
into a warm and loving heart
filled with sweetness and smiles
until it sets deep within your exhaustion
and you go on through the night
reading manuals
making drawings
creating your craft
until you tear your clothes from your flesh
and your head drops onto the pillow
where you completely forget
my breast is here
waiting impatiently now
for the day when you will awake
into the real and the knowing
that work is half of a necessity
whereas love is all

© 2006 sara coslett