Armed with an inner calm
With steady hands
With quiet eyes.
Quietly completing tasks
Checking off a list
Until all of it is done.
Today is new.
Yet things have not changed
For there are many more lists
And fewer days to finish.
The lamp is just about out of fuel.
The spark getting dim.
These steady hands
Diligantly working away
This inner calm
More frightening than the storm
That rages on inside
Behind those quiet eyes
Patiently checking off a list.
