Poetry by Carson Pytell
There’s a man I know who watches
Millstones, still over waterless streams,
Enraptured by the immobility,
Who can see a bird a baker’s dozen ways
And never becomes bored
When it fails to take flight,
Who conjures his own consternation
And proclaims it productivity
When he hasn’t moved an inch,
A man who’s working hard
Avoiding workaday occupation,
Whose vocation is vehemence,
Some one never sweating over, rather is
Content with cognitive construction –
Toying with the untouchable,
Never pausing to think of
Resuming not thinking,
Never stopping to stop.
About the Poet
Carson Pytell is a poet and short story writer living in a very small town in upstate New York. He reads and writes daily, and his work can be found in Vita Brevis Press and is forthcoming in Leaves of Ink.