Raining It In

It’s raining where I work today
But I’ll show up and earn my pay
Or try to: try to prove my worth
As though each day was a new birth

But through this pane of glass I see
The wild world in front of me
And hear the booming thunder roll
All things beyond my weak control

The vanity that is my life
The constant struggle, strain and strife
That daily I myself surround
Like rain, as it comes tumbling down

Weekend Limericks

If I think at once of all I’ve

To do, then I’ll never arrive:

It takes some denial

To get through my pile

And come out the backside alive

 

This conjures an image intestinal;

Perhaps, then, to work is just destinal —

The weekend, it’s true,

Is just more to go through;

At least, “going through” is directional —


 

(“Weekend Limericks” – 10-9-2015)