Division: In Between

Can hardly wait
To shuffle home
Though no idea
Where the fire is.

What for this hankering
To get out of the place?
Can’t see anything wrong,
From whence comes the restlessness?

Agitation thrashes and complains,
My lower back pains,
Blood rushes through my veins
To my throbbing head;

Still I sit here
Doing my work,
Waiting patiently
For the climate to change

And presently,
Some softer frame of mind
Replaces the choppy one,
Though the pain remains.

Taking a short break,
I stretch out the kinks,
Then reseat myself
And continue refreshed.

Sloth and torpor banished,
Strength and energy return
And enable the effort,
Brightening the outlook.

Finally when ‘tis time to close up
Am feeling fine
And happy to have worked,
Another day of finding a way.