Clinging to Routine

We cling to routine
like hands grip a lifeboat,
even though the storm is past,
objects on the horizon grow larger
and our feet can touch bottom again.

Dinner at five-thirty,
grocery shopping on Thursdays,
Sunday lunch, always the same.
It was our salvation
when waves threatened to upend us.

We bob along now, still clutching,
as the gentle lapping
lulls us to sleep
with fresh-water dreams so deep
we risk forgetting
to wake and make a life.

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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2 Responses to Clinging to Routine

  1. pastordt says:

    So nice to see your words again, my friend.

    Like

  2. Sharon says:

    This must be one of my favorites.i love everything about it: its economy, metaphors, and message. Bravo!

    Like

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