Scribbled Thoughts

(Sorry, this is all I can come up with today.)

Pack and prep,

replace and repeat,

duck grabbing hands,

dodge speeding trolleys.

Survive until it’s time

to clock out.

Seal away to preserve

the freshness,

trick time

to forget its effects.

Reserve a moment

to enjoy later,

when you are ready,

prepared,

able to bask in it.

A nugget of a moment

to reflect,

shed away a coat

of old

that still clings,

leaving itchy skin

and uncertain identity.

Embrace the silky

lining beneath.

Pre-emptive rush

dissolves into

tense waiting

for the chaos to start.

Shuffle as you fill,

twiddle as you label,

praying the day

won’t drag like this

every hour,

others will eventually

emerge from their beds.

Stumble awake into

the silent night,

preparing for the

waking world

that you are

starting to forget.

In several hours

you’ll see it,

and marvel at the

extra energy

they seem to possess

while you stagger

into darkness.

Sparkle in the corner

so you catch

people’s eyes

and make them smile,

lighting up their mood

-even if for a moment-

as they continue

with their day.

Festive expectation

with added work

and stretched emotion.

Aching muscles

from masking

your lack of anticipation.

There’s still time,

perhaps overworked

will be replaced

with overjoyed

and the holiday cheer

will begin.

Rearrange the frozen,

unable to move

but stuck in a position

that defines and

judges them

until the end of time.

What stories are

waiting when they thaw?

What was told

when they lived?

Bulging eyes of drama

ready to exagerate

the situation

and emotion.

Eager intentions

glance at you

and the overpowering

suspicion makes you

smile and

stroke his nose.

Rest in peace

Chopper.