I could not even correct a masterpiece which already had largely been written <br />A day in which I could not bear to sit inside at my desk and do nothing <br />I had to be outside in the sun moving <br />Only that would distance the anxiety <br />If anything would- <br /> <br />Life does not go according to schedule <br />Even for masterpiece writers- <br /> <br />I write these lines on a bus going downtown <br />To hopefully have the broken arm of my glasses <br />Soldered on <br />Perhaps that will be the miracle I need on the last day of Hanukah <br /> <br />And I will return home <br />To correct this small confessional poem <br />Another masterpiece, of course.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-a-day-in-which-i-could-not-write-a-masterpiece/
