PAD 10

My life moves differently.
A rip tide running
parallel to the shore
that everyone else is racing to.
Still a part of the ocean,
I fold, crash and cling
to the land,
embracing earth and home
with joy and relief.
I merely arrive
at a separate time.

The prompt for Day 10 was Friday, a day for me that was stacked to the brim with responsibilities and errands. I was racing frantically, gearing up for my even busier Saturday, and I couldn't help noticing that just about everyone else was winding down for relaxation, family gatherings, parties or worship. Yet everywhere I went, I was both a part of and apart from the crowd.