THE LOAN

I have squandered time and money

Perhaps the payoff from enforced austerity

Is spiritual enrichment

I spent today in the music theory of Slonimsky’s complex altered scales

Yesterday was charged with Bach’s glory and Walt Whitman’s grandeur

I may invest time in Homer tomorrow, sipping tea

The occupation and wage cut I now live with affords

Much leisure to occupy at little expense

Like walks I take, aware of the air I breathe

Thankful for the distant fire above

That basks my welcoming body with brilliant warmth

While I partake the sacred water I exert

Feeling my footfall on the heavy earth that sustains my moment,

The dawning realization that spirit is not mind alone

But also the grateful tears that mark acknowledgment

Of the loan we call life

Concerning which, bank transactions have no interest

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