Creeping suspicion.

Have you ever had that creeping suspicion, like ants on a melting popsicle dropped on a suburban sidewalk,
that life is nothing but one damn day after another?

Zombies, walking around like god-damn zombies.

I mean, has anyone noticed the crack in the plaster and
the chip in the china set?
Or are we all just too busy with our neurotic preoccupations
to notice that we are running down our lives -
winding them down;
day by day; hour by hour; week by week.

Worried about the stock market.
Obsessed by the number of dandelions in our front yard.
Wondering if that biotech rep at the networking thing was impressed.
Nagged by the thought that you forgot to make a call last week.
Hounded by the anxiety of your role in the church function.
Fretful of the outcome of your big deal.
Distracted by the war on terror, the war on cancer, the war on gang violence, the war on illiteracy, the war of emotions, the war of countries, the war of words, the war of ideas, the war of war, the war of peace.
Tormented by the dirty dishes in the sink at home – how can one concentrate with dirty dishes in the sink?

Hoping that your are doing it right.
Wishing that the dividends will pay off – down the road, of course.
Praying that retirement will be funded and healthy (then you will have the time to do everything you ever wanted to do but were too busy to do).
Anticipating hapiness – in the future, of course.

But missing the beauty of life;
day by day; hour by hour; week by week; and second by second.