another monday

i think that sometimes it is possible to have too much to weigh in life. when all the issues crowd around us and our own analytic nature paralyzes us. especially true when emotions are involved, and people, and (the horror) gossip. how to stop, center, and hear the One still, small voice that matters...therein, as they say, lies the rub...

shambles

the stop sign bleeds
droplets of cool rain
scattered by capricious wind
my thoughts run along
from side to side
looking for an answer
i know can’t be
give up and run
stay and love
at this intersection
i’ve passed the point
i know too much
all i want is to do
the one thing
the transcendent thing
but i question
every twinge
every motive
the one variable
clueless and uncaring
but haunting me nonetheless
down the sign
a teardrop trickles
the relentless rain
decisions crowding
when all i want
is something else