lists

lists of various lengths
of ranging import and export
of meaning
to me and no one else

I compose them in my head
while I break bread
in my notebook
when I dream

I cannot escape it seems
the need, or illusion of need
to repeat and repeat
what it is I do
who it is I am
even when the moment opens
into fields rich with swaying grasses
I take refuge
in the safety
on the inside
of a tin ritual
machine of my mind

lifetimes whir past