[stylist] but not today

[Jacobson, Shawn D]

Since everyone else is doing poems, here is my latest humble attempt.

But not today
by Shawn Jacobson

Awaking with pre-dawn alarm,
I move the gate releasing dogs, they howl joyously.
I race them down the stairs to the door
avoiding child left obstacles.
I may one day crash bringing down pictures
with percussive crash; but not today.

Entering work, the guard barks at me
do you have electronics?
It's my reader; blind guys want to read to.
I follow orders I disassemble my bag.
I reveal the offending equipment.
I feel like screaming freedom; but not today.

The meeting goes rough.
These numbers must be massaged, made presentable;
we must spin your work.
You're writing is complex, I am told.  They fear numbers.
They fear missing their goal.
I want to storm out in disgust; but not today.

The Driver woos his breaks with rough romance.
I catch tenuous monkey bar balance.
As I dismount the bus, my knees creak from
misspent life with chocolate and too many pounds.
One day, I may go down in pain; but not today.

At home I face marital inquisition.
Why do you not clean your office,
and why is the basement a mess?
Must I do everything?
Dirty dishes go here, clean ones there.
I fear I may explode exasperated; but not today.

Some days when survived
are a blessed victory
holding back despair.


Shawn Jacobson
Mathematical Statistician
Phone# (202)-475-8759
Fax# (202)-485-0275