(a poem on procrastination)
Testing the Water
this morning in the shower
a metaphor came to life
there I was testing the water
when the water was warm enough
I kept waiting there, half asleep
for some other mysterious criterion
as if it were not quite “real” enough
waiting, I laughed to myself
realizing “this is it” “this is life”
the real thing, right before me
the water is fine
plenty warm enough
this is as good as it gets
