A magic trick? A flash of cards,
a sleight of hand, morning to-do lists.

I’ve tried them all. Scribblings on
sticky notes, journals entries, scraps.

A month’s work rolled and
stuffed all into one day.

But I feel featherlight without
the words weighing down my flight.

Another task? I'll just tack it on
— no big deal when I feel so free.

It always hits me late at night, when
I look back on my lists and lists and cry.

You can’t finish a month ahead,
when you’re always a month behind.

But tomorrow — maybe tomorrow,
I’ll try my magic trick again.
  
It’s only a matter of time.