Distance is the first to go.
Suddenly you are prepared to travel, in any direction
Further than the long trek to the bush or beach,
Too far to reach, even for a weekend
Of walking down summer waterways
And listening to the crunch and rattle under your feet.
The sudden flood of indolence
Only fills wells of doubt,
Instead of the new garden.
Gently releasing regular hours
A gradual seeping of salary
Salvaging perhaps, a hint of the
Original discipline – health related,
As you chip away at the hopes you used to stand on,
Make sure you carefully read the gobbets of advice
Sprinkled liberally over the creek bed,
Networking, persistence, and the 10 must do tips
Drying in the heat
A flock of leaves might swirl and settle over you,
If you didn’t contextualise your skills
Or your précis wasn’t solid
As you sort through the pebbles,
Looking for the right size, the right shape,
The right colour
Don’t forget someone is sorting you.
Comparing your roughness
Your shade of brown or sunset pink
To a multitude of others,
And tossing you back down,
Where you bounce back, click, clack
And down to lie, forgotten.
at your resume
But the cicadas are singing in the crackling grass
The last pools of water are vanishing into the sun
And when the flood does come
And you go chattering, banging, down with the rest
You’ll end up smaller than before
This is really interesting :)
I love the line "don't forget someone is sorting you'