Back (sort of)
Time in a Mug
So far this morning
I have poured boiling water
Into my mug’s gaping mouth
Rather than the French Press
Where freshly ground coffee
Awaited
I have set the timer
On the microwave
Rather than actually
Running the thing
I have placed
Honey into the frig
Rather than back
On it’s shelf
I have poured
A mug of coffee
I somehow
Finally
Made
But I forgot to pour
What remained
Into thermal holdings
Which were
Out of sight
Out of mind
Valuable
Badly needed
Dark liquid
Cooled
And bittered
While I sat
Staring…
Computer screen
Glowing
Filled to the brim
Wondering
What I am doing?
There is a point
Of tired
Where
Brain ceases
Its clicks and grinds
And musings
But it does try
Floating obscure messages
Protest signs
In a bottle
Through a foggy sea
And when
Just the thought
Of writing
Makes my stomach turn
As I feel fear
And inadequacy
I know
I have gone too far
Oh Miss Marey…”Time in a Mug” is great!!!
God bless and please enjoy your week sweetie!!! :o)
Maery, I know where you are coming from…I “put away” a block of cheese and still can’t find it. I figure one day it will reveal itself by scent. Either that or Zippy ate it when I wasn’t looking. Too much going on these days. By the way…you are my first catch up too! Thanks!
Maery, good to see you. I go through this every morning (I have things I will NEVER find)…I chalk it up to over busy and not enough sleep…and then there’s the age thing, but I still think that is a backseat driver in the whole thing. Take care.
Perhaps a nice glass of wine is in order.