Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Rip Current

the day begins
with or without me
carries me along
in its wake

the list inside my
head is endless
running along like
the so called
breaking news
at the bottom
of the tv

to do to do
so much to do
yet i still wonder
what is the one
necessary thing

oh to let go
be carried away
and under
to let the
glass darkly
fade into obscurity
rather than
this struggle
to make it

behind me
the rising sun
casts my image
upon the screen
to disappear
when i arise
to be swept
up into
the current
of this day

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