Massage Therapist

Do you ever wonder where all the worries go?
lumps pounded out and knots untied
muscles unraveling loosely to the floor
imagine unbalanced checkbooks and unpaid bills
piling up in the corners and on the shelf
sick children and defiant teenagers
laying all over the floor
Piles of laundry and piles of debt
closing in and around the room
friends with cancer and relatives with Alzheimers
what a woeful place to work
standing all alone in everyone's worries
kneading them out
rolling them past the shoulders
pushing them over the sides of the table
and onto the floor
arguing parents and forgotten birthdays
dying pets and runaways
failed exams and burnt dinners
brides left at the altar
grooms holding rings turned away
rejection letters and dear John letters
unreturned phone calls
foreclosures and bankruptcies
crashed computers with important documents
gigantic tax bills and student loan payments
and one person releasing it all
pulling it out of others, rubbing it out
of necks and shoulders
backs and legs
melting it all away
and standing in the middle of the funk
Love to the massage therapist