Hey! when are we going to gym?
my muscle shirt calls out to me from the bag in the corner
where my gym shorts and sneakers also reside.
I know a little about eagerness, I reply.
I’m eager to finish ‘The Alps’, that short story by Colin Barrett which is why I’m at the laptop at six in the morning.
I’m eager to see the next episode of ‘Lego Masters’ — only 14 hours to go.
I can’t wait to get back to the pub with my mates
or go to the cinema again to see the live action Mulan, the new James Bond
so yes, I know a little about eagerness, I say.
Okay, okay, my gym clothes say, we didn’t want a sermon. A date would have done.
I get that, I say. Weeks, maybe a month. Can you guys hang on? I’m just as eager to get back as you: the punching bag, the weights, the lat pull down….
Okay, they say, shoulders a little slumped. Can you drive us past the gym, just to have a look ?
I can do that, I say, just soon as I finish this poem.
* the prompt for this was eswini’s ‘The Museum of Unnecessary Things’ on WordPress