work

Waking in the dark, morning ablutions,
exercise, quietly preparing small breakfast and coffee...a twenty-minute walk, and then to the desk...
Every day, the light changing in the changing seasons, everything else pointing toward the work at hand, the work, difficult enough, moving fingers across a keyboard--imagine wielding a chisel and hammer, or turning the wrist with a brush in hand, or--the choreographer-dancer, turning her body to the turns in her mind--not good at anything else, I choose this work at hand.