I lately get the luxury of black
and white instead of teasing tones in gray.
I’ve too much on my plate – I see a stack
of jobs, but there’s a path as clear as day:
I have to move a mountain, pail by pail,
and I can meet the challenge, I opine,
by focusing minutely. I’ll prevail
provided I just allocate the time.

Amid that discipline a gap appeared.
I rushed to catch the bus at scheduled speed
and reached the stop too soon. I sat in shade
upon a public bench; the public neared.
A beagle wagged her tail. A poodle peed.
Behind the bench a barefoot child played.