Deliberately I took the things I like
to do and yesterday I broke routine.
I didn’t ride the stationary bike.
I shampooed after all my skin was clean.
I walked a way I’ve never gone before
and purchased painted furniture out there.
I let a Sunday start the week and more
than just a week; I made it frame a prayer.

So help me, I beseech myself, as much
as I can vary tasks, I can at least
refuse reiteration. Ruts, as such,
are mucky traps where only rats will feast.
I’ll never thrive by ritual, or find
in patterns so habitual, my kind.