June 13: Purpose Full

I have forgotten what it’s like to lack

A deadline looming just around the bend.

Accustomed now, I’m quite taken aback

When there’s no challenge for me to transcend.

My mind feels stagnant when I do not write,

And sluggish at those times I do not read,

Or work up well-loved poems to recite,

And scores to sing, the old to supersede.

I wonder if my patent inability

To be without new projects is a skill

Or failing- either is a possibility

For work itself is neither good or ill.

As long as my enjoyment outwe...