Trash Day
66 degrees, half moon clear sky
Can't tarry, twill have to pass me by
With a glance and a dream I file it subsurface
It draws me to ponder, consider convergence
Draw in a full breath, and continue small tasks
Add this snapshot to memory, between all the stacks
Someday when life slows, I will dedicate time
Pitch a hammock outside, immerse in the sublime
Perhaps then will enlightenment touch my calcified soul
If it's not too late then that my soul be made whole
My life half spent, deeds just and deeds ill
I'm afraid of the leap, but fear more keeping still
Midlife is a crisis, but not how they describe it
Experience and knowledge gained, but failed to apply it
It's the pull to change course, against every logical argument
Exercise freedom but imperile my paths predeterminate
Trash bins now on the street, no more time for reflection
Tuck my kid into bed, crack my book for distraction