You want me to be creative wearing the rigid straitjacket you’ve fabricated.
You fix the routine of my each day with sirens that bombard my mailbox.
You started as my leader and turned slowly,
Like a mythical insect drawing nutrition from some invisible god’s ignorance,
Into a gargantuan monster whose shadow bedevilled my footsteps
Wherever I went, whatever I did.
And you chastise me for not being creative.
Can a puppet be creative?
Epilogue: “Being creative means being able to relax into uncertainty and confusion.” [Fritjof Capra, The Hidden Connections]