Each And Every Day

It is not enough to be industrious; so are the ants. What are you industrious about? - Thoreau

each and every day

i dance along the funky old river that runs through this sweaty old town

coming to the baked, rigor mortised remains of the old, stone-dead, weather-beaten mill trying to get in my way

but with the right song in my head i bebop, boogie, shimy and shuffle on by anyway

my soul gliding 'round and 'round the old, glassed-over, mill pond like a peaceful swan

each and every day

as my arms and legs sway

along with hands that hope and pray

unable and unwilling to get out of my own way

despite what my surroundings have to whisper and say

notwithstanding the muck, mire, silt and clay

each and every day

here, now, living on the fray

any and every which way

each and every day

Author's Note

"The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling." - Thoreau