He imagined his days as sculptures
and well they were. He imagined
that he sculpted his days.
He began with the outer limit
of getting a year's worth done in a day.
The day stood a great shape in the afternoon.
He perceived the outline in the dusk.
Wedges and widgets held it in place.
At night he kicked them around
the confines of a book.
He had many recipes for widgets.
It took a fine eye to wrest the variations.
He amplified them with craft.
Quotas obsessed him.
He looked for a paradigm
and a trick to secure production.
Some wedges and widgets he noticed
more frequently. He became friendly
with them and eventually conversational.
Soon their names began with different letters.
He was aware of standing back and looking
at the sculpture when the sculpture collapsed.
Then he was aware of riding away
with the collapsed pieces on his back.
He put the puzzle together again.
Except where the edges once met nicely
now the shapes warped and curled.
He crumpled them into his planner.