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.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC
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.