on a good day
thought is dance stepping
towards and around
spun by partner to partner
from meeting to meeting
energizing
seemingly
effortlessly
which memory pushes
afternoon effort into the mire
blame the coffee for its optimism
spun now into distraction
and attempted endurance
fruitless frustration drives out
the door, on
the bike, up
the hill, to
the fresh wind,
the new task
but old habit
of dancing the threshold
