To the most passionate lovers sleep comes
with sweet relief. Long distance runners
finally tire and turn from the track. Even
children grow weary of their fun.
But I’m not content, will never be. Let anyone
whose work ends rest. Carpenter, lay down
your hammer, wipe the dust from
your sweaty neck, kick back on
the finished porch, sipping beer in the sun.
I never want to finish what I’ve begun.
Let me die before I’m done.