Take a day off, quit your job. Why don't you?

 

Falling down the hill to find the lake, can't 
take calls, answer emails, leave a message, 
or request off given how fast I'm falling. 
Move over rocks and roots down the way like
wind. You should try. Hill to water's not far. 
Then you find the absence of inhibition.
Lakes can't explain, but you fathom you're of
some larger whole. Grasshoppers know taking calls
while hopping brings walls close, answers silent. 
Then forever emails funerary 
details. Leave a while. Focus ahead. Lakes 
massage. Lakes don't work like us. They work fine. 
Something from water sent us from water. 
If you're not careful, life sends you from life. 


Caleb Milne

Caleb Milne is a writer and editor living in Denver, CO. 

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