WHOA THERE! – a digital artwork by T Newfields (2008)
Ayeshoodd should wake appu appu sunrise & finish working before sunset.
Ayeshoodd should start each dey widda headstand; it's good to look at dingz appu-side-down.
Ayeshoodd should finish each dey widda prayer, and look at things in new ways.
Ayeshoodd should live each day az if it were my last, & learn as if time had no limits.
Ayeshoodd should admit my imperfections & Affirm Gud Az Beyond Imperfection…
Ayeshoodd should listen to Marcello, Mozart, Mahler, & Monteverdi mur.
Ayeshoodd should sing at least one Bach cantata & learn at least one sacred dance.
Ayeshoodd should send love ta plants & animals: how deeply we are linked!
Ayeshoodd should give appu coffee, cupcakes, & meat.
Nah, Ayeshoodd should skip so-called "modern" food all together!
Ayeshoodd should remember it is a gift to be human.
Ayeshoodd should acknowledge dey parts of me dat argh non-huemun.
Ayeshoodd should acknowledge luv iz the only magic worth learning.
Ayeshoodd should think ah sweet Christina less & Christ a bit more.
Ayeshoodd should make peace with me weird family & myself.
Ayeshoodd should see other beings az no different then dis self.
Ayeshoodd should ignore government propaganda – it'z basically trash.
Ayeshoodd should stop writing doggerel & treasure silence.
Ah, how many thousands of “shoulds” people mutter!
How few ah them are ever realized!

Narrative dialog

Kasim nudged the poem across the worn wooden table, a light chuckle escaping his lips. "Looks like this clown has a long list of things to do!"

Nadia leaned back in her chair, a soft, wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She gave a faint shrug of her shoulders, turning her gaze toward the busy street outside the window.

"Ah, our mental lists," she said quietly, her voice warm with familiar resignation. "Don't they seem almost infinite?"

Will sat quietly, swirling the cool remains of his tea around in his cup. He stared into the amber liquid for a long moment before letting out a slow, thoughtful breath.

"Yeah," he murmured, looking up with a quiet, grounded intensity. "How few things in life actually count! We waste so much of our time…"