One down and four more to go
but I shouldn’t be counting the days,
too many ways to lose myself
and I choose to not do that.
Trouble with numbers is,
give you a false sense of certainty
there’s nothing to be certain of.
Some beads have gone from the abacus
which bothers us
(us pertaining to me)
Sally wears a necklace and those beads
look familiar to us and to me
I wonder is she,,,
I wouldn’t believe she’d take them
leaving me unable to count
My eyes have sunk into my head
and my feet are the sailboats that
take me to bed
it’ll be three down and two more to go
but for now sheep will do.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.