Poem: Breach

Posted On August 1, 2021

deep seated fatigue
(not just the surface sleep loss
or tiredness from efforts)
I am sick of how I’ve been living
shirking work
scorning music

and not the flood comes
and sweeps me with it

all form a little fissure
of willingness

I must learn to surf
and swim with the current
and flow with the flood
as it carries me home at last.