Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Have a Good Idea.

At work there are certain things I always say.
Sometimes I think of it as a sort of chant.
Blah blah price today. Thank you. Here you go.”
It’s a chorus of numbers and repeated phrases,
A ballet of credit cards and coffee cups.
Corporate choreography through a sliding glass window,
Thrust horizontally apart then back together.

Once the dancers have descended
It is time for the last line of the opera
And I am the fat lady who bids them good day
In a sing-songy voice.
But today is not the same.
My diction derails somewhere between
Mind and body, takes a course of its own
and comes out:
“Have a good idea!”
I didn’t mean to say it but I decide to mean it-
This appeal for innovation by the slip of a tongue.

And so I say again to you,
Have a good idea.
Hold onto it like the last word you read
Before you looked up from your book;
The word you’ll return to when you’re
Trying to find your place.
Have a good idea
And then turn it into something else.
Plant it and grow it and pluck it and use it.
Refuse to let it die.
Have a good idea
To do something about your life.
To help someone else’s.
To change anything as long as it’s for the better.
And if you can’t think of anything, at least
Have the good idea to have a good day.

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