It’s the running from place to place
gunning a packed schedule
trying to please everyone and never yourself
not having time
Work is trudging through feet of snow
in 12 below
you can’t possibly go fast enough
your breath clouding in puffs before your face,
sifting off to clouds that seem to never work at all.
Some days, I work so hard I never get the actual work done
and that’s just a fact
of this hamster wheel of life.
But then you read a book about survival
during war and you realize all
this is make-work
and you’ve never had to fight
for anything, really,
and you wonder about the work you’ve chosen
and that you even get a choice in the work
is a fantastic luxury.
No matter how long the to-do list,
there will always be unfinished
work and you’ll just have to do
what is urgent,
right in front
of you, and trust
that everything will work
out as it should.
that’s not work because we just do it
but it IS work
when it doesn’t come easy.
The absence of work
is perhaps the cruelest work there is,
no purpose or pursuit,
no passion driving
incredibly long days.
have a life’s mission,
focus on this one moment,
that’s the hardest work
and the most elusive.
After Philip Levine died,
we are left with our own wonderings
about what work is
and perhaps it is an illusion
in the end, setting us on a path
to set us free.