The Collision of Worlds

It’s a wonder to me that people do anything.
But you have to do something, I suppose.
And what I mean is business, economy.
There is so much work involved.
And anytime there is a need, someone fills it.
Isn’t that a miracle?!
And I suppose that the reason I am surprised 
Is because my writing doesn’t feel like all the things
I do to make a living. And I wonder if all artists feel that way.
Probably not. There are those who art 
In the same way I wash dishes or windows,
Or package seeds, or run a booth, 
Or carry the deceased 
From here to there.
I’ve done lots of things for work.
But these words here on this page are not like that.
All the same, my deepest whisper tells me
That one day these two worlds will collide
And merge into the same.
And that feels right.