a hand-crafted life

enough!
of sitting
and doing nothing,
of living in a dark cave,
in the underworld
of thoughts;
it's time to move
and be moved,
it's time
to be out there
in the wild,
it's time
to stop imagining
and start being -
a scarab
rolling down
shifting dunes
steaming at night,
with nothing in sight,
except the milky way
that shows her
where to go
on a desolate night,
to make this little ball
of useless dung,
her one
hand-crafted life.