POETRY: Muses & {Mixed Metaphors}

“Wait,” she said,
“You are always in a rush.
Chasing rainbows
With a bagful of hammers.

“Some things cannot be fixed,
Bent, shaped,
Squared to expectation.

“Drop your burden.
Rest. Observe:
The fabric will heal,
And reassemble,
Smooth and sleek and soft.

Then, and only then—
Rise. Recommit.
Seize your ladder, and climb.”