A writer's praise of work.

Work makes water wetter.

It makes your bed give you
its deepest rest.

Work...
the kind that requires movement
and effort and occasional grunting...
that kind of work
stocks your soul's warehouse.

Have you ever noticed
how sweating makes your noticings
more succulent?

Full and ready
to burst itself
all over a page
or screen.

Get nitty-gritty
stinky-dirty
for a change.

Leave your sanitized desk
and filtered air.
Stop clicking keys
and mice.

Work up a funk
so you can write
with muscle.