Thoughts, early Saturday morn

​Going to sleep Friday

Tomorrow’s free morning

Ah, to wake leisurely!

My mind springs awake

Hours before dawn

This sadistic life

The Pain Of Choice

It’s so easy to spin
Tumbling over, over
Losing my focus
In this maelstrom
Of possibility

For a choice requires
Leaving opportunity
Sitting in the sun
For another to grab.
What if that one
Is better than this one?
Too much of this
Is a table full of gifts
Where nothing is opened
And all potential
Evalotates into the day’s heat