Daunted

Daunted by Monday’s hour
I walk across Zalud Park
Mound to mound, I reckon
Tomorrow’s angry by minutes end.
.
Found a few swings made
One for toddlers, kids and adults
Like me. I whisper sigh–
.
What a wonderful day, said I
And so I sat, jumpstart, swings a couple
Shadows follow behind.
.
Swinging back and forth
I swing high, swim– deep sands
Bury the shadow that seems to daunt
Tomorrow’s unpredictability.

~ by savgargin on September 16, 2007.