my mornings are rushed:
taking multivitamins,
running with coffee.

moments spent alone
watching the day slowly break
no longer happen.

calm is a lost coin
buried between the car seats.
i’ll find it later.


3 thoughts on “crunch

  1. Wow, the ending lines really take this poem over the top. That image of loss (be it loss of time, or loss of time to do what you want) is suddenly overturned by the idea of “finding it later.” Is that an acknowledgment that you are happy where/when you are despite your loss of access to the sunrise? Is it meant as a Rolling Stones moment (you can’t always get what you want?) Snappy poems like that are hard to come by – your ending postpones resolution yet doesn’t preclude it. That is a fine line to walk.


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