Get Going
The morning after
traipsing through the
forest
with thirteen kids
following,
I sleep in.
When I finally
tumble out of bed,
part of my brain still
sleeps.
Breakfast appears
unappealing.
I go forth in slow motion,
like walking through a
bog.
I set the timer,
work for a minute.
Then two, then three.
Maybe by sometime
in the afternoon,
I’ll get going.
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