Last week I read this poem to a group of interns on closing night after a week together. We were all reflecting on a week of inspiration and amped up with dangerous levels of idealism. It was a good segue from the insulated, safe world of orientation week towards going off on their own to their parks do the Real Work, the Good Work.
OH so TIRED
I make myself bend to see the world
How do they see it?
If I stand on my head with my legs in a pretzel
Will it help me VIEW from their Eyes
Will it help me get my Way
Change THEIR lives
– or mine –
I bend for my Health – to get things done – to Move things Forward
because my little tiny tired soul – deep down – she is willing to bend like a swan to Twist to Contort
because she believes that if she does and looks and transform her View
She might just
TRANSFORM THE WORLD
…but no pressure.
I mean, it could be how I Feel
Or it could be a different kind of adjective
… a car can be well-tired
Or it could be newly tired with good traction for the snow.
When I say that I am “tired”
…maybe I am well-tired.
I’ve got Good Traction for Life.
(That road is slippery. And I am tired of winter.)
I’ve got fresh treads to carry me far
a nice round shape so I am
for the journey.
I’ll make good time
I’ll get good milage
…and since I am Newly Tired
– Well-Tired –
I’ll take this mission far
get this vision delivered
see this life of wide open spaces
– and I have space for Passengers –