Monday for someone that works with their hands but still possesses a brain
There must have been a time
I could go unhindered into a field
Or glen or clearing or valley
A time I could walk out and into
Nothing, where no one pressed
Demands, where texts meant
Only books, where the squalls
Of email and voicemail could be
Sweated out or ignored.
Where I might hammer fence posts
Into the ground, without exchanging
20 emails regarding their color
There are always things to be done.
Just let me do them, please?
Stop asking me to happily
Endure your crushing ignorance
Of what it takes to get
Something actually fixed.
@apoem4u @ellopoetry @ellowrites