List (a Monday Sort of Poem)

This morning I woke up bound
By three hundred things to do,
And in my head the sound
Of a freight train roaring through.

So many plans for life today,
Everything I'd hate to miss
But somehow something's missing
In my two-toned brand of bliss.

I got up this morning
Hitting the ground on the run
Afraid of Someone pursuing
Out of the rising sun.

Funny how I couldn't see Him,
Yet I'm sure He does exist
And somehow I get the feeling
That He's too big for my list.

(June 2005)

Time to get some breakfast...it's really not that sort of Monday, but anyway...