Cold Thursday morning (a poem)

Catching up with my posts. This was Thursday’s poem…

Yesterday was cold and dark
time seemed to stretch interminably
like the second hand on the clock moving backwards in Risky Business
or an afternoon of nothing but setting the clocks back an hour for standard time

Today I’m keeping warmer
as I make my way through the day
contemplating all the moves that I have yet to make
but coming to no conclusions except that I shouldn’t rush into a decision just because I’m scared

I keep thinking I’ll have an answer by the morning
until the morning, when I only have more questions
Questions demand answers
Answers demand decisions
Decisions demand action

(26 February 2015—posted February 28th)

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