WAKE UP — a poem by Steve Haarman, aka Stanislaus Kuperski, the Firski

My mind flashes: projects left undone,

Tools in disrepair, latches broken

All these are discarded in favor of

New discovered challenges.

Situations are analyzed; solutions

Are never easy

 

Wind blows mist in from the lake

The very sound is relentless and wearing, as

Foggy air shrouds what I should see clearly

The sun is vacationing on this day of labor

Fitting for my state of mind:

Scattered, unfocused and jumpy

 

I look to others; they look away

As if to say “You’re in this alone”

They are correct and before

I walk away I bow and bid “Namaste”

Time for me to wake up and

Get down from my high-horse

 

There are no villages to conquer

Just details seemingly insignificant, but

Important in the bigger picture

Vince Lombardi would say

“Run to daylight”, but it is gray and

The wind is still blowing

 

Time seems to stand still on these days

I look at the clock; realize I failed to

Swing the pendulum after winding

My notepad is handy and a list is made

I start the clock and myself

Significant and well-timed

 

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski

September 1, 2014 ^

 

 

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