Productivity

Lately a feeling's been making me twitch,

The Creator in me has too long sat bewitched.

Too idle He sits, and He longs to express,

some insightful new thought that he does not possess.

I should be very pleased that He's been so subdued,

that he's given me peace to get done what I do.

And I've been quite successful at doing my thing

when He's not been around to discomfiture bring.

But now He is back, and He's back with full force

and though He slows me down, it is not for the worse.

For what is productive, at the root of the word?

Its meaning eludes me, as it would a bird.

What do we all work for when we busy about,

and produce nothing more than new troubles and doubts?

New cares for tomorrow, new points on the list

shattering peace with a fidgety fist.

But when He comes a-nagging, away goes my list

and productive behavior does a 180 twist.

Back to the root of this monotonous word,

I will truly produce something new for the herd.

And they may reject it, or they might enjoy

but at least my Creator gets his fill of joy.

And though I will suffer for neglect of my list

productivity's one thing I will not have missed.

In fact its the thing I will truly achieve

For only creation can satisfy need,

can satisfy lust to produce or consume

can break through the hovering everyday gloom.

In life many feel like there's lack of control

like we're not the true masters over mind, body, soul.

And our domain may not reach far past our own home

but at least I'm Creator, I'm God, of this poem.