Between Good Sleep and Bad

In the morning, I stand at a precipice

If well rested, I stand still

Keep my plans for the day, perhaps

A run, a story, at my will.

 

If well rested, I stand still

And oversee the day’s events

Grocery, laundry, never dawdle

Get things done—it just makes sense.

 

Keep my plans for the day, perhaps

Yummy dinner in the crock,

Vacuum, pick up, feed the dog,

But too soon, it’s three o’clock!

 

A run, a story, at my will

I had thought at start of day

And not waste a rested brain

On slick diversions, candid play.

 

In the morning, I stand at a precipice

If not rested, jump and blame

Poor sleep for lack of progress

Odd . . . the day still looks the same.

Wisdom in Repetition, A (Running) Poem

When shoes are laced for running,

Feet find a repeat rhythm.

Whether pounding hard or lightly jogging,

Feet usher, led by wisdom.

 

Feet find a repeat rhythm

As if they ‘ready know

Their control; they power forward

Down miles roads bestow.

 

Whether pounding hard or lightly jogging,

The cyclic duty steady drives.

And feet may tire, maybe protest

But their nature ever thrives.

 

Feet usher, led by wisdom

Only training can attain.

With nerve and guts and firm resolve

To strike the road, repeat again.

Later Means Lost

I’m gonna sing later.

I’m gonna skate later.

Dance later.

Create later.

I’m gonna draw later.

I’m gonna swim later.

Enjoy later.

Win later.

I’m gonna laugh later.

I’m gonna play later.

Call later.

Stay later.

I’m gonna sip later.

I’m gonna give later.

Read later.

Live . . . later.