FALLOW HEAD

There is a time for production and

A time for induction.  I am learning

A Scott Joplin piece and I have nothing

To say.  Fallow land is still being farmed

If not by man or woman, then by God

And if God be too high to comprehend cognitively and get, yet

All that is works on brain synapses

Which some call mind, others the soul

On a fallow head

 

I’ve labored hard abnegating everything else

Sabbatical’s completed creativity rests.

But since time still needs filled and CNN

Repeats itself on the hour and TV’s repeating movies fail to move

I play the piano.  And learn Scott Joplin’s Mexican Serenade;

I read a little, listen to classic rock, maybe jazz, and wake up my days to baroque, sipping coffee

In my following of sabbatical fallow induction

After all, there needs to be some substantive thing to make something

 

Sleeps dreams arrange the brain

Psyche’s stresses become meaning in sleep

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