Monday again - altho’ it doesn’t seem anything
like the brazen crash of another working week;
hearing sounds of civilisation - tho’ few and far
between petulantly droning on the Creek road,
best left navigating in interval’s silence until th’
next rushing roar manifests & then shelving its
easily conceded urgency to be somewhere as
their aberrancy - the one we’ve erased
Yes, we’re getting there - still waking too early,
like conscience-driven to heed sunrise; it isn’t
as if we’d miss anything by being asleep - yet
the urge within rests deep - assuring us we’re
where we want to be, and not out toiling upon
th’ tar-track to another week’s obligations
© 14 December 2015, I. D. Carswell
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