hibernation
thinking about something for too long
often leaves you lost in the fray
like an overworked dream sequence
leading you in and out of consciousness
feeding on your inner fears
when becoming subjectively paralyzed
each hour bleeds into the next
almost always for the greater good
a reminder if this were but a movie
you’d have the option of moving on
every lost detail remains inside of you
and if only you had the power to bring
them all together simultaneously
you’d come to appreciate
why the gods remain in hibernation
april two thousand twenty
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Wonderful poem, John, for these surreal times. Hope you are safe and well!
Thank you, Lauren, so nice to see you here again! All is well here, hoping that’s true with you and yours.
All is well with my family, too, John. Strange times but taking one day at a time. I may be returning, but figuring out time, etc. with everything else. How do you manage? 🙂
Yes, strange days indeed. Being an empty nester gives me more ‘me’ time, that’s for sure!
That’s nice to have; we all need it! I’ll be back soon.
is that where they went?
lol that’s the word on the street!