To Do List, Wednesday

To Do List, Wednesday

Remember the name

of that kid from eighth grade,

the one we tormented

without mercy and

while I’m at it, who said

music occurs in the

spaces between the notes

or words to that

effect, tasks I should

tackle while keeping

hope alive despite

listening to

Morning Edition,

then focus my

efforts on Faith and

Doubt only to be

reminded of

Gaugin’s Vision

After the Sermon

(Jacob Wrestling

With the Angel),

the outcome of the

bout inconclusive,

an eternal draw,

best to hew to the

more attainable

goals of accepting

the fact I will

always be only

a listener,

never a player and

will never again

run a big lazy

loop through the shady

streets of my town

on a warm summer

evening aware

only of the

contra rhythm of

breathing and footfalls. 

I will round out my list

with grow old with grace

and cross it off

shamelessly same as

yesterday, the day

before that and, yes,

again tomorrow.