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Untethered

  • carriebee
  • Oct 12
  • 1 min read

It seems I might miss being tethered to

The tyranny and bliss of the schedule

Trips to the grocery store, walks with the Snugli

Meticulously timed and spaced


Do I make cookies today

Or scones?

We’ve got 45 minutes until nap number two


On our regular walk

A circuit through the winding streets of the 

Blue-collar 20th century

I cradle your head and back

The steps soothe my racing thoughts

I tell myself that this will soon be over

The oppression and panic

The transcendence


I cross the empty field to the school

An oasis under the roar of jets

Walking in time with Donovan

Hurrying to beat the clock


But I fear the next time we come here

Will be a years down the path

The schedule frayed 

Untethering me


For RKL

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