(4th week of Dec 2020)

Mud-Soaked

On my back I carry
this world weight
world-weary
dreary daylight worry
into a nighttime
tossing
turning
with a yearning deep
and a heart in pain
still earning
its proverbial keep

On my feet I tow
this feeling fleeting
fast beating
pulse
into an uncertain day
with clouds gray
mud-soaked
on my way
still learning
and returning
to all I wrote