by Cheryl Merrick
Warily, I watch as the waves
of pressing duties
pound upon my shore.
Frustrated, I cry as the icy waters
of reality cover my small land;
Til my lofty pillars of thought
lie submerged, unseen,
beneath the flood of responsibilities.
I watch
as the current of details
swirls around them, and
the beauty of my sandcastle creations
dissolves back into sand.
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