Done

Filing the last paper
dotting the last i
crossing the last t
and never so glad for a day without obligation

Cynics and critics all
they aim to serve
if not to please
yielding to their wisdom is wise man's folly

Falling off

Somewhere between the back burner and the front burner there is a place where SOME PEOPLE are able to precariously balance all of the things they think are important along with most or all of the things other people think ought to be important to them. Somehow all the pots simmer, none of them spill or burn or boil over, and in the end they all come off at once and thank you very much Martha Stewart for making it look so easy for the rest of us.
Some of us think that place can be found, that precarious zen in-between where not a single butterfly wing exists to throw the whole perfectly placed mess somehow into instantaneous turmoil, where nothing is where it should be. Frothing, sloshing, toppling calamity where SOME PEOPLE can effortlessly stack greased marbles one on top of the other like it's nothing at all, like urgency is barely a lurking mosquito.
And when it all falls in there we are
All sprawled out
Laying down
To catch
Our just
Desserts.