Bullet Train
It’s the first time this bullet train
This high energy, can do, will do, done that, machine
has ever stopped at a station longer than the proverbial ten minutes
to take on assignments usually self-generated for the ta-do list
which piggy backs
onto last week’s ta-do list
before charging lickety split, lickety split
down the greased track, quickety quick
It’s a get it done blur and has been for years,
Take care of this stuff without no tears
Amazing grace, a chaotic din, a frantic pace is how it’s been
The lessons were taught, the laundry done, the kids tucked and kissed
as to the barn I’d run
The bullet train streaked through the wind and the rain
Clickety clack, clickety clack
it raced along on the so tricky track
with a growing ta-do list in the piggy-back pack
Oh things to get done and the worries to quell
Sometimes it felt like an impossible hell.
Lists to take care of and no time for reflection
Just get the job done so there’s progress detection
Unexpected upheavals down deep in the marrow
have halted the train like the path of a harrow
It’s not going forward and it’s not going back,
cause the map of the journey
Well, it ain’t in my lap
and the backpack I carried…it’s tossed off the train
Let it sit there and mulch in the gentle spring rain.
There’s a silence that wraps me: a Marino wool throw
As I adapt a new pace that is slower than slow
I don’t jump to conclusions or give a rip much
Serenity wafts a gentling touch
I’ve been a world traveler and love rearranging
My thinking and consciousness lurch at this changing
I’m reading the scriptures of the erudite sages
and digging more deeply in many new pages
The train’s out of commission in its silent stall
It’ll be there, I think
til early next fall.
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