Productivity Lately a feeling's been making me twitch, The Creator in me has too long sat bewitched. Too idle He sits, and He longs to express, some insightful new thought that he does not possess. I should be very pleased that He's been so subdued, that he's given me peace to get done what I do. And I've been quite successful at doing my thing when He's not been around to discomfiture bring. But now He is back, and He's back with full force and though He slows me down, it is not for the worse. For what is productive, at the root of the word? Its meaning eludes me, as it would a bird. What do we all work for when we busy about, and produce nothing more than new troubles and doubts? New cares for tomorrow, new points on the list shattering peace with a fidgety fist. But when He comes a-nagging, away goes my list and productive behavior does a 180 twist. Back to the root of this monotonous word, I will truly produce something new for the herd. And they may reject it, or they might enjoy but at least my Creator gets his fill of joy. And though I will suffer for neglect of my list productivity's one thing I will not have missed. In fact its the thing I will truly achieve For only creation can satisfy need, can satisfy lust to produce or consume can break through the hovering everyday gloom. In life many feel like there's lack of control like we're not the true masters over mind, body, soul. And our domain may not reach far past our own home but at least I'm Creator, I'm God, of this poem. The Mushroom and The Stump Any city dweller sees Symbolic meaning in the trees But only forest people know The value of all things that grow The things that in the forest thrive Depend on bonds to stay alive The soils, the moss, the ferns and trees Support the birds, the bugs, the bees And when the fires and the rain Pass through the west coast woods again A new love follows in their wake Withstanding any coastal quake The force of nature cannot trump The mushroom allied with its stump They form a synergetic base That keeps them solidly in place The depth of this connection stays A mystery to the common gaze Yet both from this connection glean A vibrance that can now be seen And all the other living things Thrive off the energy it brings For it has laid a new foundation And at a higher elevation Life that near them has begun Can now be closer to the sun Rita Dubman is a young geologist intent on pursuing her passion for creative writing. She is based in Vancouver, British Columbia. This is her first publication.