An Ekman Family Adventure
It was planned for a day
Only to be delayed, delayed.
Time was. Short, need creeped up.
On a weekday
It was decided.
I was too tired, delayed, delayed.
Finally the next day
It was a busy one
Plans after school filled
A lot of time.
Traffic was bad, delayed, delayed.
Only minutes, only hours.
Soon we were off, optimistic
About time, a short time.
But no. The time was not short,
It only grew.
There was so much to look for
So many a decision:
To be made; fatigue
I needed to pick what to wear
At first it is fun
Options, options.
But quickly it loses
Nothing specific, overtaken,
Left with resources as I lose energy.
Taking things off, putting things on.
How hard can it be? Says the
Me who does each only once
I who never plans
Hour by hour we figure it out.
Pants, shirt, tie
Shoe after shoe
I learned my limits,
I learned what is beyond me:
As I try a shoe, doing tie after tie
We fall to an option,
Knowing we can always return.
Now the last
My brain is fatigued, my mom
Is stressed. My dad nowhere
Constantly nagging with text
But, just a belt.
To match my shoes, oh
A mistake.
It was a desert, with
watering holes not nearly abound
Our eyes deceiving us, uncontrolled
Due to frayed edges.
But finally they are found
A cliff of belts, but coated
In vines. Who knew, how annoying.
The surface was accessible
But nothing in value had the surface
It was in the deep that value
May lay, but nothing.
Move on we must,
To another valley of belts.
More options, more choices.
We find one, but we have made a critical error
We have forgotten of size.
Of course, too small.
Now everything is wrong
All of us hair long split, with no desire to stay
But with a hate to leave unfinished.
We search, we search, the vines
falling off the cliff as we do.
There is evidence of our decay
As we go back to primitives selfs, searching and gathering
My dad growing pissy,
Taking it to my mom.
I want something right,
But I am slipping.
I start to give,
And I fall,
And I pick a belt
Declaring us finished.
