certain tasks get done
only with constant
repetition: the same
movement spread out
or applied over
different parts.
the tedium produced
is not convenient
to anything except
perhaps some kinds
of thinking. as the arm
swings back and forth
plying the long handle
of a roller brush, the mind
detaches from its usual
counters. all the little
birds that used to flit
distractedly from limb
to limb in the tree have become
one bronze timbre, somewhere
in the background: here and
everywhere at the same time.
In response to Via Negativa: Convenience.