An assignment. Then two, then many: The “to do” list grows, a field of weeds in bloom.
The hours available to meet such responsibilities dwindle before their demand. I plunge foward through the maelstrom, only to be born away.
The refrain of a familiar Billy Joel song ever playing in my head…
crysalis
the striving against
that first crack
I’m hosting Haibun Monday over at dVerse, where we write about pressure.
The pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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