I really shouldn’t have worn gloves today
By the time I was too far away to go back home
I had to take them off
I stuffed them in my pockets
Dense morning fog left leaves glistening
Emotionally the gloves are off too
As fear and anxiety
And doubt and hate
Tag team me in the uncanvassed ring inside my head
Leaving me with my eyes glistening
As I walked on birdcalls burst through headphones
Reminding me about the real playlist I should be listening to
Instead of these pleasant distractions
Which is what a lot of us end up doing
Creating pleasant distractions of short term pleasures
In our lives of gilded leisure
Which leave us feeling a little guilty
A little hollow
A little unresolved
So I resolve to pay closer attention to strategic arcs
Move purposefully from goal to goal
Within some shapeshifting masterplan
That I’ll get to tomorrow
Now, the air stirs in the warmth of spring
I realize my jacket’s liner is no longer needed
Just the opposite, so I unzip and feel breezekissed
Tasting freshness on the wind
David Trudel © 2013
