Tuesday, April 5, 2016

The Carousel

The Carousel whirls around
ever faster and faster
to a mad hatter refrain of,
“You’re late! You’re Late!
There is so much to do!
Hurry! Hurry!
You’ll never get it all done!”

Endlessly spinning
Endless details
Up and down
Endless routine

Weary. I am so weary!
I long for a world
where there is time to
write poems and teach children,
time to study and ponder,
time to visit, and
time to enjoy a sunset.

In a moment of desperate determination,
I leave this world of “shoulds”
and step off into another world,
Where, untrampled,
thoughts have time to flower.

A world where sunlight sparkles
on new leaves
and where children’s silent
needs can be heard.

In this place of nurturing peace,
I am home at last.

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