Another choppy day;
No peace, no stillness
That I could see;
The flow passes on
Out of control
Mind meanders,
Must be
A valley low.
The creek bed shows
Choked in reeds
And debris;
Water stagnates
Seeping so slowly
But all over,
No energy here
Only restless, impatient lethargy,
Directionless
But creeping along
All ways,
Tedious yet erratic,
A familiar pattern repeating,
Or instability?
No anchor either way,
And breathing provided no harbour.
Mind randomly rambles,
Eluding the grappling hook,
Which, having missed its target
Falls into the grimy water.
Frustration sets in,
And the sitting stalls;
Progress yesterday
Irritable confusion today;
And so, “here” is the only reliable continuity.
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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