there are battles we each lead
in our ordinary lives
as individual people, armed with the impossible
task of provision, ongoing sustenance.
responsibilities sweep over us
one after the other, tasks take us
off our feet, as though ice covers, each step forward.
too often the will of someone else
higher up, further along—it would seem
is wished down on us like rain.
wished down on us by people,
who in their day, also have too much going on.
these demands, sometimes
give purpose
but are not always
good for us.
tasks can take us away from what matters,
as though the tide, and us
an empty bottle.
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