Too busy

My mind, like a cluttered desk
lies burdened under piles
unfiled moments
unopened thoughts
unrecorded emotional exchange.

I have dropped this week’s happenings
on the floor.
They are shed clothes
waiting to be picked up
sorted through
folded and put away
into the closet of my story.

Copyright © 2004 by Violet Nesdoly

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This time of year is often like that… too busy. We start classes, sign up for activities, get on the list to volunteer and before we know it, life feels out of control and as untended as a messy room. This poem is a reminder to myself, as much as anyone, to set aside some time for the things that keep me sane.