When they ask

I have probably known this all along.  Taking my own advice?  Now that*s another story.

When they ask what you do

For a living

Tell them

This is what I do.

Then smile enigmatically,

Sweep your arm

In front and behind,

Show them the world

Around you,

The world

Around them;

Smile like the cat

Who swallowed the canary,

Or the Cheshire cat

Whose smile

Was the only thing left.

When they ask

What exactly you do

Tell them it is inexact.

Invite them

For a cup of tea,

A cookie perhaps.

Maybe a walk or stroll

Through the park

Which just bloomed full yellow

With forsythia

Yesterday.