The Rush
Time, an arbitrary creation, waits for nobody.
Oct 5, 2020
I wake to a world already awake
look at the time
I’m late
no skipping breakfast
medication with food
down it goes
running errands literally running
I enter the clinic
and stop.
I’m now the patient being patient
and adrenaline argues with my stillness
I wait
summoned by a nurse into the den
needles at the ready to take
blood
exchanging pleasantries
I exit with haste to a waiting world
rushing
contemplating the impossibility
of metaphorical mountains
to climb
I rush without looking back
I rush without feeling
I rush.