***
approach it from the side
any side
it is the same
cartoonanvil cube of black
(untold the mass, but sure it is to be
great)
sitting lazily thoughtlessly down in gulch
the ground about damp
muddy
sloggy
(sluggish feet sure to stick,
slip)
yet it must be moved
lifted up
grasped heaved out
(and soon, or deeper sinks into
bog)
shakinghead and lookingabout, i hear
no shouts of pull, think
no reasons why, see
no friendly aiding arms, find
no fulcrum, pulley, lever, rope, am and can do
(nothing)
i am going to need
more
so much more than
these hands
this strength
this allotment of minutes, hours
more than this sometime motive
more than this maybe heart
more than these almost dreams
more than this only if mind
.
more than this
never soul
ever
more
will i need
to be
get
do
this
when is now
why is must
how is the only what
***
Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty. – Theodore Roosevelt
