waves

So the days continue to crash into one another
like waves smashing against the pavement,
which in this analogy happens to be my brain.
And the nights are filled with the pounding
of the water against my skull, causing little sleep
cuz who can sleep while they're getting drenched?
Not I, says the man who accidently puts both contacts
in one eye, but doesn't realize it, so he spends half
the morning on the bathroom floor looking for it.
And the days are a conglomeration of things both
necessary and trivial, the constant checking of the
planner to make sure I am where I'm supposed to be
all the while wishing I were somewhere else.
So this new day brings about hope, as I sit with a
cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll baked by my lovely
wife, as my children sit ten feet away watching a
morning show about the absoluteness of telling the truth.
And I, for the moment, have nothing to do but just be.
And in the being, I am content.
Until the next wave comes.