Adrift
My days were scheduled
Do A,B,C
Repeat
A rhythm established.
Add a new item to the list, no problem
The beat goes on
And now . . .
The silence.
The schedule is not needed
I am adrift
This was written for my friend Kathleen as she was experiencing some challenges in her life.
wow… beautiful. Thank you.
I almost cried when I first heard this poem at Kathleen’s house with the Bookies. So powerful.
Thank you, Jan.