exhausting creative wick

lately wondering
if i’ve been wasting time

how fine, the balance
of fun and fruition
pardon and perseverance

tripping from europe’s december-winter
back into the homely sun
to find a brightness continued
into australian winter’s months

and then i wonder;
“have i no time for introspection?”
a year of creation, production
but no reflection?

guess i broke that mirror last year

september in my city is always pleasant
even time for the beach
burnt-out from exhausting creative wick
that waxed a dreamer’s tired breach

more time spent in bedroom
with dimmed lighting and opened windows
to read, write, paint and listen to myself
to think and in a positive move, express again

make every word inspired
to be performed with conviction
to have something to be heard