The Lighthouse

“Rocks ahead!”

List then keel

I tie myself to the wheel

“The rocks—we must avoid the rocks!”


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.



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