You wake, you say
today will be different, today
I will do what I do what I must what I will
today I will efficient today
tasks completed today organized today
my desk in order.
Today I will different.
Do today as if some other un-waylaid by wind
or whim or want. Someone of will, not wanton
wondering. What song will you sing then when
salsa flings you circumsolar when
lightslant leaps across your foot when
urgency, like sucking sand, slips seaward and
beckons you to swim?
Published as a part of the Canadian League of Poets “Poem in Your Pocket Day” project: