Cloud-Clotted Mind

A quarter of the year gone by, and I’m still

cursing last week for bleeding

into the week before, still cursing

this brain for not bothering

to keep track of the time.

I say Things are perfect now,

for what they are, but I’m still pushing

forward blindly against tomorrow.

I say Things will be better

someday, in the future,

when things are better.

Show me the darkest path

so I can light a fire in that direction.

How can I say that I’m enough

now without stopping the will to want

more? How can I name priority

when breathing is a weightlift?

“Cloud-Clotted Mind” was a poem written during the thirty days of National Poetry Month, and was first posted on my Twitter page.