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I'm Major Jackson and this followed the form.

Wake to the radio alarm. Eat a toasted bagel with Philadelphia cream cheese. Ride to work on my bike,

careful to dodge cars. Advise graduate writers during office hours. Lecture for nearly two hours to a room of

undergrads, sit through a department meeting, sweated out at the gym on the elliptical machine, cook a New York Times-inspired

mill at home with my wife, watch the new drama series everyone's talking about.

Read an online newspaper, Bedside.

Laugh at the means my wife has shared on social media.

Turn out the lights.

Time for Zee's. Wake up the lights. Time for Zeeh's. Wake up the next morning and hit repeat.

My daily routines present no surprises. They keep the beat of my life. The foreseeable brings me comfort.

I typically stick to the script of the previous day, but writing poetry is something that disrupt my set pattern.

Composing language into a meaningful act of artful feeling provides necessary pause to meditate on the purpose of my life and its possibilities.

Writing is my form of improvisation.

It is my dialectic of living.

How I enact rhythms of seeing and expressing

amidst the fatigue and predictability of daily tasks that I can't do without.

Today's poem comments on that fleeting quality, the monotony of daily existence.

Yet, the poem finds potential for renewal when we embrace life's unpredictability and seek to create new forms, new beginnings, new associations.

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