Calling Time

When does a mountain of completed work
Become a rocky barrier
To working further
And bettering mountains
To be of seven peaks
Requires not building one too high

So now I will stop
Save inboxes of friends
From a weekend deluge
Of pent-up creative energy

When during the last week
I was stuck
On whether to add one comma
To one line
Of a rather trite poem
That promises to pay off no more
If my grammar impeccable
Than if I just show up
And throw words around without thought
Leaving out all grammar
As no one cares on Slack

So forgive me my overwhelming transgression
Causing weekend email digressions
When the child can play
For just two days
So frenzy pace
A big pile of lace
With plenty of waste
But it sure beats yard work

So now I will walk
And stream none of my thoughts
For at least a few hours