Routine for many
is a point of relaxation
Where common rhythms lie
in approval of common outcomes
To which humanity is held ransom
Where boring eyes of ease
Ratify laziness and accept,
With all hands on deck ,
Much less than capacity offers
when all senses focus outwardly
On what is and mere realities
Of norms and archaic forms
Such that but one lone measure
of success and productivity
One known measure of insufficiency
Is applauded repeatedly
By smiling mouths , thirsty tongues
And relaxed hands
But if the eyes of focus would turn the skies of hope
And break the rhythm of the known
and deny routine’s ransom
looking inwardly and upwardly
For greater understandings
Wisdom and innovation
Then maybe there would be
More than one apple
on the path of productivity
Copyright©2016 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
