am I pulling my weight
am I doing my share
am I holding my own
it’s been five years of sloughing off the former way I carried the world
low and behold Sisyphus was never my calling big surprise
imitation only goes so far then one has to put down the cat who copies and see the elephant
in the corner there rises normal
and I don’t actually do that either
so about what am I so torn
we are not making it and yet we are
never lacking so it goes
it doesn’t look like I’d imagined
nor like anyone else I’ve stood beside for any length of time
I believe there is something to that
wrinkled kneed stomping coming from the back room telling something long remembered
time has passed and here I stand