Plodding Tired
Today I am
plodding tired,
a day-long’s
listless languishing.
My frowsy fingers tapping
sluggishly along convoluted,
complex computer keys.
Will I succeed to
the next stroke?
I’m writing wearily
under weighty water.
My head heavy—
from my sunken
eye sockets
to the top
of my shrunken
skull soaking in
sultry lake algae
My murky mind
of floating thoughts
drifts through
muddy waters
empty sluggish efforts
What does algae
linger on?
Discarded fish droppings?
Let it leave me.
I want to awaken
crystalline. My fingers
gliding glissando.
Caressing each
computer key
at a pristine
piano-concerto pace
to touch the next
with zestful zing.
I want my mind
to bask in the
bright sunshine.
Brilliant ideas bursting
radiant on the page.
Soaked in sun.
The source of
energy evolving.
Singing out secrets!
Check back tomorrow.
My mind report
may scintillate.
One can always hope—
Even with a muddled
mind of algae water
Even with thudding
feckless fingers
Even plodding tired.