Posted December 22, 2022 by MJL
#Day 118 #Short poem #Christmas panic #Rushing poem
Day 118:
It's so hectic
you can't
really stay,
in the same place for longer than 5
seconds.
Jump-
ing around, doing
everything all at once.
No matter how prepared you are,
how prepared you think
you are you aren't.
More and more things,
people,
events you thought you foresaw,
all of a sudden cause a scramble,
casting logic into the brambles,
which are what you picked,
when you tried to get something to hang around the house.
That hurt.