The Long Game

I chunk it up
chunk it and crush it
under the wheels,
it seems smaller that way
easier to see
the long game still batters
and wails at my door
the latch is holding
a door for each weekend
my barrier against life
against the time
and the deadlines
and the pressures and strife

from all that i think of
from all that i worry
i still sit here
wondering
if i just didn't
then when
when would it catch up with me?
when would i end
when would i fail out
and when would i tell?

for now i feel happy
cautious and whole
as the bubble of tension
wraps its strands round my soul

each organ reacting
as if the end of the world
is two weeks away
panicking
rumbling and tumbling
around in this case

the brain, serene
above all that waste
sees farther ahead,
ignores the oncoming storm,
can see above waves
to the calm and the home
now only to get there
to that island and free

i shall walk
i shall see
i shall give the body a task
and set the mind free.