On an echoing road

On an echoing road, trotting in unison,

now out of step, now as one again,

are two horses saddled together,

guided by a single hand.

The needle and the pen, the habit of work

and the sly urge to quit the habit, make friends with each other,

then separate, then reconcile again....

O my slow steeds, pull now together;

from here I can see the end of the road.