Days of a selected length squash against one another
Piling up high 'til the calendar confuses before it organises

First weeks, then months
Stretching ambitions into unusual shapes
Lingering decisions losing their weight
Making way for a wave of minor tasks to take the reins
With scratched-off to-do lists

Bobbing along the surface
Hardly leaving ripples in passing
Doing little more than watching the reflections go by and wondering what might make them

We won't have moments like this again

Not for a while, at least