My way

Art by Ed Odson

“I’m  always fighting

for the next minute.”

C. Bukowski

Planning to read,

write my reflection,

then I’m pondering:

is this what I want

to do? truly?

instead

maybe

I could sit

in 9-5 cubicle

with tables of numbers

and graphics,

chew on the algorithms

of ‘if-then’

and tired

come home,

grasp

in trance 

the  TV screen…

      

dzzzzzzz….

The mood’s changing

momentarily 

I begin to  appreciate

the free will,

the schedule

that thrill

when I hear

my voice

saying

“I’m always fighting

for the next

minute.”