Tag: vacation

grind (poem 20160516)

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you return from vacation
tired and vaguely put off
by having to come home
but the worst part isn’t
giving up on your leisure
or the new vistas
or just escaping the grind

the worst part is coming home
and finding that everything
is fine
that the world didn’t stop turning
just because you weren’t there
that the gears and cogs
circled their axes like normal
and nothing is out of place
that the grind was just fine
without you

you resent the world for not
needing you
and you resent yourself
for wanting it to

Poem 20150516

crow

tomorrow we
fling ourselves
into the sky
into a red
ocean of sand
into the arms
of grey green
embraces

those sands
those rocks
the breezes whisper
over them
they dial
your cell phone
a call from
an unknown number
and you want to walk out
into the sea
though
you have never set foot
in a desert