Poetry

Countdown, 23 (344.)

Some nights I don’t know
how time gets away from me,
and I stay awake
until the sun peeks over the mountains.
It is not ideal, I know.
I’ve awoken in the afternoon
too many days in a row, now,
and I’ve apologized to the colleagues
I’ve left confused.
I never miss a meeting, but
I know I need to do better.
Funny, in this pandemic,
that work is still required,
and it’s harder than ever,
and I just want to get paid
to throw my ideas all over the place
and make new things.
I’m losing motivation.
I’m trying to relearn
dedication, to regain
a sense of continuity.
I can do good work,
I know this.
Please let me
stay the course.

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