A work in progress
No one calls the river Lazy with derision. Nor is the goldfish With her ten second memory Forgetful. The saguaro Who takes 50 years To sprout a limb, Is she— Unmotivated? A weeping willow Too Emotional A quaking aspen a Coward The songbirds between my ears create a chorus with these words. I am Lazy They sing. I am Too emotional The strains float into the darkest hollows Of my bones Unmotivated Cowardly I watch a butterfly flit by with the speed of my thoughts Her wings fluttering inconsistently without pattern or reason. Ditsy. Distracted. Uncommitted. Inconsistent. Does she hear the chorus in my body? She soars and struggles and Lands for a moment Her chrysalis long gone. Her metamorphosis complete Her whole self Beautiful. The songbirds pause to take in air. I enter my chrysalis The chorus dissolves Dissipates And I rebuild.