The Daily Grind



I feel the rain on my face

as I splash through the surface,

coming up from the depths of the dark-still water.

Each drop a tiny tingle

waking me anew to the world above.

Rings of relief radiate, threatening to turn to joy.




Her little face.  Her little heart.

She only wanted see her dolly tucked in for the day.

But I had told her.  I had warned her.

Time to go.  Get yourself ready.

Socks on.  Teeth brushed.  Pronto!

Then my wrath, thunderclap intensity,

stronger inside the dark cloud.

Why does the charge build?  Why does the rain fall?

Why don’t they listen?

…Does it really matter if we are on time?

What went wrong today???  Commentary to follow.

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