Adam W. // ROUTINE

Tuesday morning.

Follows, the same routine as the past five years

Of Tuesdays. Like rushing water, I have slowly eroded

my own trench, the fastest way to reach the bottom.

The usual.


I step onto the familiar campus.

My schedule memorized from weeks before.  

See the same faces.

Obediently execute the same tasks.


My restless mind longs for change.

The idea I catch and can not let go.

My thoughts soon infected,

Like water violently splashing out of its deep trench.

Water that now trickles over a different rock.