A Mouse

If you stare at the ground for an hour
you'll empower
the vision and precision of a mouse in a meadow
meddling steadily,
never waning or profaning someone's name,
only staying in the moment
never straying for a second
from the task of which has beckoned for attention
to be paid;

and yet,
the praise and accolades only waste his precious time;
for he finds that nine of ten
he comes and goes without a whim,
and on days of cattle graze
his guilty conscience underlays.

2003