A Paved Paradise

Next to a paved paradise is a parking lot where late night city floodlights accentuate a wide open vacant stretch of land that juts towards me

Empty in stark contrast to early morning and mid-day visits by local and 'come from aways' alike who spy Garry Point Park as their destination or better yet discover it by happenstance

Your Wednesday is my Friday your Friday my Sunday

Tonight being Wednesday—is my time of repose and relax no fretting for tomorrow to prepare for a day's work

I have discovered that my 'work' is not complete unless I experience a physical release

I cannot deny physicality, in order to know I have truly worked, given effort to; the physical and mental combined with the emotional encompass my everyday work, my life in progress