Tedium tic-tocs, toc-tics…

Wishing to pull the covers over my head,
Like when I was a child,
I fantasize about this magical, impenetrable protection,
Fairy guarded hiding me from the monotony
The treadmill of the mundane
And the stasis of boredom
That never stops–
The recycling alarm in my head
Expecting me to start something-
Do something-say something-
Be something.
Just another endless trail
Of musts and shoulds,
My person on parade
Like a runway model.

Pausing with deep breaths—
My self deserves a reprieve
From me—
My unimaginative inertia.

Tomorrow, I will try again.

John has enjoyed a rich work history as teacher, foster care worker, social work supervisor, therapist and probation officer.