The battery in my watch is dead,
so all day it has been 10:15.
The hands reclining, head up and napping.
At noon, I glanced at its face –
time for coffee, or time for bed.
I wish my life was marked clearly
like the blue trail I walked today.
Trees blazed, telling me when to turn,
alternative paths. That the end is here.
I’m avoiding side trails. I am lost.
standard trail blazes
Hundreds of TV channels and nothing on.
Aisles of cereals and nothing is appealing.
Millions of websites here, poems to be read.
So many options that I am paralyzed.
I can’t even select the next word to