Don’t worry. You can’t catch rabbits
Or trout, or earn a Ph.D.
How sweet to get a perfect bowling
Score, but assiduity
Is sometimes overrated. You don’t
Have to catch every act
In every loft in Williamsburg.
You can, during the entr’acte,
Look at your phone and scuttle away,
And maybe on the street, the shine
Of sun reflected on the bus
Shelter will make you leonine.
You might excuse yourself when you’re approached
To join the fight for softer shades
Of gray in women’s clothes. Streetlights
At noon deserve no accolade.
You have a good reason to be up on the roof.
Think about it. There are times to come down
And mop the floor. What mysteries
At other times the suds would drown.
Yaacov David Shulman