A poem on over-fullness

Entry #72

Entry #72

A busy week and not a lot of capacity for Friday Flow, so I offer a short poem on over-fullness.

Over-full

I just can’t

There’s this. And that

He’s waiting on me for this. She’s waiting for that. The kids wait impatiently

I dislike waiting and causing waiting

Lists help some. Lists unclog the blocked-up brain/drain

But lists are just a tactic, they do not solve the volume

It’s the volume

Then I hit the limit. And I just can’t

So I just won’t.

Photo by Glen Noble on Unsplash

That is all for today. As always, I look forward to hearing what you heard, saw and felt when reading this.

With love,

Michelle xx