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Top of the page The hollow sound of pen dropped onto paper a drop in the bucket dissolved and disappeared as soon as it falls Given up No longer struggling to climb the sides Dwarfed by it’s task’s enormity Final Like pulling curtains closed at the end of the day Private, tight The day’s light is exhausted and I don’t want you seeing into me Throwing boots off after the steep hill home Socks sticking to, peeled away from stockings like slowly ripping Velcro Feet still steaming are calling for “a truce? Armistice? Time out?” “Can we take a break? Are we there yet?” Pen dropped on page could be relief…. could be a beginning….. resolved that this day will unfold many fields of excuses other people’s lies – mines – time bombs left dormant from childhood going off in my face delaying, not moving a muscle, I stay in this warm bed not wishing to trigger trip-wires. Not even sunshine and promises can get me up and ready the alchemaic solution – to change dread into hopeful anticipation recast the spell – invert the incantation….. The sound of pen on paper signals the start of a beautiful waking day Ready, steady, propelled forward to…. Bottom line – Da capo al fine