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