Service (Physical Labor)
It's like looking out a window in the middle of the morning to find some kind of routine that will point you right back to here.
It's like making a cappuccino and wondering how foamy your life really is.
It's like smoking a cigarette to write a poem.
It's like driving to work as fast as you can just to sit in your car for 5 minutes and finally arrive on time.
It's like being outside just to feel the sweat of an occupational purpose.
It's like looking at a pregnant woman and being sincerely happy she is filling herself with life.
It's like listening to Spanish over and over again just to be inside a country you've never visited.
It's like saying “hi” to people every hour just to welcome them back into your world.
It's like setting up and cleaning it all more than once a day.
It's like driving home and digesting every noodle of insight that they have left you.
It's wondering how they will remember you when you’re gone.
It’s leaning against a brick wall and thinking of the next thing to say.
It's holding up the cleanest glass for all of us to see how shiny our reflections are.
It's running up 3 flights of stares from tilted heads at the bottom.
It's contemplating, not contemplative.
It's coming to an end and what was life before it?
