I haven’t been writing.
I’ve been fixing up the house.
I only write a little at night
Or when I must.
We go through phases
Like the moon,
It seems we can only improve ourselves
In one aspect of our lives at a time.
I want to fix everything.
Fix my health, my house, my job,
Keep up with friends,
Achieve sublime spiritual happiness,
All while writing three books at once
I want it all.
Ah, but we can’t have everything we want.
We are bound by the confines
Of our too-human bodies
And time itself.