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