Lists

There are so many things

to do

scattered in my mind.

I make lists

of things to do,

a vain attempt

to get a grip

on a life gone wild,

out of control.  A list

is a poor weapon

to force order

from chaos.  And worse,

I have lost my list

of lists

so I am drowning

in things undone,

buried alive beneath

the tsunami of

forgotten things.