#NaPoWriMo - day twenty eight

the state
of being
constantly
under
threat
 
the constant
rounds of
disappointment
 
we run from one
battle to the next
 
*
 
this is the year
of broken hands
 
this is the decade
of just getting it done
 
this is a lifetime
of just around
the corner
 
this is the year
of jubilee
 
*
 
waiting for a seat
at the table
waiting for the
right moment
 
every week
the same groceries
every day
a planned meal
 
every morning
a new mantra
we wear like
running shoes
 
*
 
too busy
too often
too tired
too distracted
 
too bored
too full
too little
too much
 
*
 
we lie in the sun
until our bellies burst
we lie in the sun until
we’re bleached bones
 
in the valleys
a rattling
the wind
rushing