There are things I must do

all of them terribly important

today they are terribly important

Certainly there’s a mown lawn

a clean car, a balanced checkbook

a collection of tasks

gleefully crossed off

one list or another

all leading to a future safely

lined with the comfort of having finished

so many very important things

But in the meantime

Where is the art?

When will the poems be written?

Where is the love?

Who will teach me to play music – and when?

And what will the children remember?