The Last Cup of Coffee In the Carafe

How can I rest when I am just past my peak,
A puzzle unfinished, slowly turning to dust,
Wanting but not lacking, stretching but not reaching,
Coasting with a nearly empty tank.
How can I rest while there are tasks left unfinished,
And I still feel the relentless drive of purpose.
How can I rest when there is still needing, and I am
Still fighting the monsters in the closet.
Still praying on my knees in the desert.
Still needing to sweep the porch, hang out the clothes,
Empty the bins, take my garbage to the curb.
Witness another sun. As if it will never come again if I don’t.