Whatever you are carrying remember there is no rerun,
no hydro centre capable of removing all your ills
as you flail madly at the finish line. If you have tears
then let their moist abundance show you’re vulnerable
and grab another day as if picking a tasty mango
while it is still ripe. If you see a cloud, just watch, consider
the cedar tree. It is always depleted before wanting more.
I am aware the cogs are turning, and they never cease
their eager scrabble for success. But what is that really?
A boil you must lance and loose the poison before
your id, erect with the lust for stature, cries out the lie:
Nothing is more important than making money!
Poem 20: #NaPoWriMo 2022
(Wordle, Quordle & Octordle results from 20th April)