Since many years ago, my body has forgotten the way it sometimes aches when I had used my arms, how my back could be in pain from bending low to lift the tools I’ve dropped.
Labor isn’t quite the same, sitting in an office chair. Powerpointing don’t require biceps, but my body wants to break apart my diagrams. I’m cursed to think, to talk, to behave, while my muscles wane.
At night I feel the urge to run despite the fact that spreadsheets cannot be bent to fit in holes. My muscles want to work but labor isn’t nine to five, it’s this constant hum, the buzz that never cease.
I want to use my arms.
stirring the leaves —
the impatient northern breeze
wakes a drowsy finch
Today Frank Tassone hosts Haibun Monday at dVerse and the topic is labor to honor the labor day in the US.