Fiction Fret
The Lighthouse
“Rocks ahead!”
List then keel
I tie myself to the wheel
“The rocks—we must avoid the rocks!”
Distractions:
to do lists, grocery lists, lists of lists
My ill-crafted vessel lists.
Dinner menus, family schedules, work deadlines.
I check. I tick.
Appointments, Board Meetings, promises on which to deliver
My ill crafted vessel keels
I check. I tick.
Take the pills, inject the medication, research the cure—
“The rocks!”
Manuscripts, bank statements, partnership agreements
The flotsam of my life
Bobs in the waves.
I float above the dark waters.
I am list-less.
In darkness.
Daylight never saves.
I will lose this.
