Somedays

Somedays

Sept 10, 2018

jp

For this day and several yesterdays

I just don’t have the gumption

And my thoughts all in my head

Make the distance between me and action

Like a hot day all sweaty in the sun

I just don’t want to go out there

To do that or anything

So I don’t

And reading fills up the spaces

Between time and action

And where next to think

Reading, an amorphous stitch

Keeping me bound together

When the ties that bind

Are stretched, thin, and even snapping

One by little one

No magic weaver bird or braidsmith in sight

Except the thread of written texts

Piloting me in mystery

As I sail across unfathomable seas

No longer trusting in the failed rigging of my own making.