From Under the Mat
I am actively ever inactive,
and the week after next may take care
of the Past’s obligations which stare
from under the mat where my mind, insincere,
has salved guilty conscience for table that’s bare.
I am actively ever inactive,
as time passes I’ve time to prepare
apt excuses for refusing to interact where
proactive initiative could have steered clear
of the reefs and the griefs of refusal to care
that I’m actively ever inactive,
self-destructive some say, though life, fair
offers each space to reach beyond protective layer.
It is time to move forward, shake dust from mat here,
to find answers constructive, responses to prayer.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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