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