Progress Report

The PathProgress Report

It’s time to admit I’m irresponsible.
I lack ambition. I get nothing done.

I spend the morning walking up the fire road.
I know every tree along the ridge.

Reaching the end, I turn around. There’s no point
to my pilgrimage except the coming and the going.

Then I sit and listen to the woodpecker
tapping away. He works too hard.

Tonight I will go out to watch the moon rise.
If only I could move that slowly.

I have no plans. No one visits me.
No need to change my clothes.

What a blessing just to sit still —
a luxury only the lazy can afford.

Let the dusk settle on my desk.
No one needs to hear from me today.

by Dana Gioia, 99 Poems: New & Selected

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