PANIC and hasty action, such an unfortunate combo, yet succumb I did — indeed I CHOSE, and now here I am STUCK, in the corner trying to SCRUB a stain out of white pants for all the world looking like the end of the worst rugby SCRUM ever. I clearly will have some explaining to do, though to whom and when is not yet clear.

Georg’ann

To CRAVE takes energy
I don’t have. For now
passivity in the wake
of ROCKY circumstances.

Nightmares and fitful sleep
the result we INCUR.
You also murmur and flip.
Walls are thin.

Today might be a day to SCRUB
floors, reset the foundation
praying on hands and knees.
This is how I prepare.

Others lock in formation,
arms intertwined. Ready
to meet opposition, waiting
to kick what enters the SCRUM.

Heather