Forgiveness is the line that keeps us moored,
When weather becomes a beast.
Kindness is a cove that shelters
When the wind roars in the east.
Hope is the promise, that once more,
We sail the calm seas of a storm free day.
Love is a gentle breeze blowing,
Sending us once more on our way.
Someday, “the somedays” I’ve stuffed in the drawer,
Will yield the dividends I have in store:
An I.O.U. that is blank,
Not cash in the bank.
Because someday, I’ll be no more.
Does not compute! Does not compute!
Back to the old grid again after a good break. Back to work from home, place is too danged quiet, I feel like a castaway with a blood spattered, volleyball companion. Back to left brain stealing right brain’s lunch money.
Back to red exclamation emails.
Back to life, back to reality.
Well, reality yes, but work is not life. Life was this winter break.
Yes, I worked some, but there was a lot of not working and a lot of crying and laughing and enjoying and wringing it out. I’m smiling because it happened.
Whoops, job failure, deadline, coding bug, got to go.
Sisyphus, Tantalus and Daedalus were hanging out in a bar.
Tantalus stretched out for his drink, but it was just too far.
Sisyphus ordered up a Rolling Rock as Daedalus tried to take flight.
His two friends grabbed his gossamer wings,
And they sat there through the night.
Bacchus had way too much.
Cyclops was throwing darts.
Free drinks from the Midas touch,
And Eros broke some hearts.
Prometheus’ cigarette needed a light,
There was an ovation for Orpheus on stage.
Ares found someone to fight.
Cerberus growled in his cage.
Narcissus updated Instagram,
Cronus hollered, “Last call!”
Midas intervened once again,
With a round of nectar for all.
I moved a post to the trash,
A constant whining and rehash
Won’t draw me closer to a truth
Or put a suture in my past.
Watched two turn to five,
Waiting for some little sign.
Then wishing I could find,
The off switch for my mind.
And daylight will creep, like a forgone conclusion
Light, shadow, substance, illusion.
Some clarity, some boggy confusion.
Can’t sleep and can’t think is the union
Of a place called insomnia.