This is not my day

Pushing furiously into haste

The morning rush

Of echoing alarm clocks

Sounding one after the other

This is not my day

Filled with lists

And emotions running high

The constancy of to and fro

In an endless loop

This is not my day

Though I close my eyes

And take myself there

Into the unbroken peace

As the lake waits

For our day to come – Caroline A. Slee