Too Many Errands Poem by Shalom Freedman

TOO MANY ERRANDS

Too many errands
No time for a poem.

A Poem takes time.
Amichai wrote
Returned years later
To perfect.
Rilke waited in silence for years
Until the ripened fruit dropped.
Goethe finished only at the end of his long life
What he had begun at the beginning.
A poem takes time.
Perhaps for some of us
Even a lifetime will not be enough.

As I now desperate
At the end of a long distracted day
Hurry these lines down.