What Will Grow in a Fallow Field?
I'm cooling my heels in the YMCA,
Waiting for my wife, who never does
Likewise. Idleness imposed can
Prove good for the mind, which,
Stymied, falls open, unfocused,
And, thereby, turns fertile, like
An unplowed field. What sprouts
May be splendid. It may be just
Weeds. I have no choice but to see
What arrives. My wife doesn't
Idle her field.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

Written on 2025-10-13 at 19:34



