Fettered to a Frown
What is it like
To live with abandon
Finding joy in moments
Pain as a matter of course
Draining each day to the dregs?
Careful, we plan and weigh
Ineffectively
Meting out each morsel
Never having enough
Seldom falling short
Going nowhere.
Each day dawns
With the same outlook
Yet hopeful, curious.
What is it that will connect
Longing possibilities
With daily motions
Routine coupling and uncoupling
Of desire and duty
Standard protocols of living
Or perhaps of disconnect.
What will it take
To learn to live?
JM
August 2009
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