Jul 26, 2015 Uncategorized

Procrastination

©July 26th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

Evening comes

Shod in salmon-pink slippers,

While you sit, staring at nothing.

And while you wait, you know this:

Your paper-piles will not lift themselves

Back into files and boxes.

Segments of the past come unmoored.

 

Do you need any of it?

What you would like is  “fast forward” button

For all this seaweed floating back on the tide.

It’s work, that’s what it is.

Simple emblems of a life lived.

Papers, letters, books, plans, lists, emails,

Evaluations, projects …These lie waiting for

Recognition, to be claimed,

Or tossed.

 

So, do it!

Ah, you won’t, of course not!

You gaze at it all, sifting, remembering,

And they sit in limbo, mute but sly,

Nudging the edges of your vision,

Tripping you up, waiting for you to notice.

Everything has meaning,

And nothing means anything.

You cannot take it with you.

Yet, you linger over these,

Like a lover, tender,

Reminiscent, foolish.

 

But I await you.

You, who hide in the curtains

Behind your eyelashes,

Afraid to speak your true mind,

Afraid to name reality, to pin it down,

You, who refuse to give to simple things

Their power, to acknowledge the mundane,

Instead, you focus on dreams,

Awaiting a golden morrow

Where your perfect world awaits,

Comfortable, since

It’s what you’ve done,

Since you were a child.

 

Stop!  You’ve waited forever.

Now, this unassailable truth

Grabs you by the shoulders,

Shakes you gently, saying:

This is the perfect morrow.

It is now.

So, get up, start moving!

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Tags: #Original Poetry