Saturday, February 2, 2013

To Do List

I live my life in lists- an odd mix
of numbers and letters.  Detailing my hours
with Things to Do. But my life would not
exist without measurement. 

Last week it was transcripts.
#5. Send transcripts to school district.
Paycheck disappears quickly, items
left undone.  Knot in my stomach.

Finished items are a sigh.  Tension
headaches are the norm.  My life is
stretched like taffy pulled too tightly
until every item is accomplished.

But there’s always suffering.
Even with a list cleared of tasks,
there’s a whole list of memories
and ghosts to run from.

I used to be whole. 
I used to stand in silence
and feel my heart beat.
How do I get away?

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