Walking a skinny board over a cool lake,
trying to get to the other side, to finish.
You lose your balance and make a splash
then you scramble to the beach
fighting the desire to wade in the water more.
Back on the beam you're soon distracted
you slip into the water again.
After hours struggling you wonder why
you cannot get to the other side,
while you wade in the cool water.
Such is the struggle to get things done
that one must overcome, but can't
foster the desire to do it and focus--
balance is lost, one gets wet, and next time
the footing is slippery and keeps getting worse--
soon the sun sets and a deadline is missed.
*Sep. 28, 2002.
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