The weekend rose up to meet me
Open and beguiling,
Time for freedom, play, smiling.
If only I had known what was to come,
But then, don’t we all?
Somewhere, inside, we know,
I awoke early, before the dawn,
A feeling of apprehension,
Something just isn’t right,
With no conscious idea of what,
Drink the tablets,
Feel the heat,
Settle back to try and sleep
In the hour before the dawn,
But nothing comes.
So, checking assignment for today,
I sit to write,
Yet it is reading demanded,
And my brain is not up to assimilating,
Processing the ideas and inspiration from another lens,
For now, all I can do is release my own,
To wonder free into the Universe,
Whilst my legs jump and spasm,
Maybe later I will be able to enjoy the works of others,
Maybe later I will be open to the world around,
But for now I can only pour out my world within.
Right side lame and painful,
Brain fog misting the coming dawn,
Concern spoiling the weekend feel.
Think I need to cool down
In all ways!
I am grateful for the tools to write this down easily, smoothly,
And prepare to share with the unforgiving world.
The world where each
Is concerned with self,
The Wayward world,
Capricious, ever changing, full of opportunity,
I really don’t feel equipped to cope with all the moments to come,
But, from experience, I know I will,
One by one,
As they come.
The trick is not to think about them now,
Let them come, when and how they will.
For now, the sun is rising…
© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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