A poem for anyone tired of productivity culture
abandoning ship
swim with the gentle undulations
of our stardusted oceans
as they sensitively surrender
drops of dew up
to the contemplative clouds
to convey ancient intricacies
in the dew’s quiet rest, buoyed patiently by petals who also must obey the call of gravity.
my dear mechanical world
(welded so clumsily by ego)
how blindly naive
your race
neglecting truths
engendered by beauty,
insisting instead that
the weight of time
is measured in capital.
you employ
productivity and efficiency
to justify life
proclaiming ignorantly
that sitting still
serves selfishness,
sloth,
and a stupored mind.
performative …
A poem for anyone tired of productivity culture
















