Habit

Life is full of routines. Some routines (like work or school) we don’t have much choice about. We attend church every Sunday because knowing God within a community is deeply important to us. Other routines evolve around fun: popcorn on Wednesdays, Family Pizza Movie Night on Fridays, etc.

However routines start, they can become automated, mechanical. Now and then, I step back and think about the many routines in my life. Are they still meaningful? Do they still bring enjoyment? Often the answer is yes but if it isn’t, should I stop or modify a routine? Whatever the answer, reflection is always a valuable exercise.

“Habit” is a poem that explores unexamined routines. It will appear in my next book, Event Horizon, which I hope to self-publish in the next month.

Habit

I don’t know why
I do it anymore.

I follow
the same path,
retracing desire’s steps:
turn here, turn there;
this is the way to go;
that’s a dead end…

This is just what I do now.

I am a rat in a maze

finding cheese.