Saturday, January 11, 2014

Some Days

Some days the thoughts keep rolling,
I'm half here, half elsewhere.
I can feel the lines flowing,
Feeling for keys my fingers seek
Knowing I will not have to summon
THEM...They are already here.

Thoughts, words, characters,
Assembling in a queue in my mind,
Today and today only
(These halls have been empty
For many months now...)
I need to sneak away...

Before life overwhelms them,
Chases them away;
Before my eyes register the fact
That dishes and laundry
Are not getting done until I
Let them go again...

Can I afford to hide away?
Is there place I can retreat--
A quiet corner somewhere?
(Why must it be one or the other?)
And yet the choice looms:
This life or that one?