OUCH

It’s the end of the day.

Shoulders are sore.

My neck was craned

From eleven to four.

Too long in one chair!

My sitter is numb.

The ache in my wrists

Is making me glum.

The editing work

Was fun for a while,

But the strain on my back

Has erased any smile.

Gosh, I love writing

But hate sitting still.

What a daily conundrum!

What a battle of will!

And I don’t like ambivalence

That uncomfortable state.

How can I keep moving; 

At the same time create?

It’s not good when work

Is equated with pain.

Oh, true ergonomics

I sing your refrain!