Paused

poem distilled from a Monday

another work day   fuck

in the mad dash
  from here to there
seconds ticking
 deadline looming
all we can see
  is the countdown
and we forget
 why we’re doing
  all this consuming

I honestly
    don’t remember
how this began
 or why it seemed
so important—

  does anyone?

aha…see  see

there is that  pause:
 the clearing of a million throats
  shuffling feet
awkward silence
 as collective
  amnesia
 reminds us all

  we have no clue.