Thoughts of Do, To(o)

Perhaps it's not a pathological impulse
to seek projects and people
to contribute, making progress

maybe it was the depth of the addiction
the self-centeredness of every move
that conspired to push me away from Doing

and toward a step by step approach to walking
without memory beyond a misty tail
sure to blow away

knocked on my back by my chest, fever,
there is no Done without energy
the desire is dead, aggrandizement ended

so as it started, perhaps:
there may be a way to push boulders
to the top of hills in a group

without being concerned about the imperfect view
the jagged, cutting edges
or the [humiliation of] rolling back down.