Burned out on the job. Contemplating a long vacation. Burning out on training. Tired of being tired. Cindy growing increasingly frantic as she crowds towards graduation. Stress making her physically ill. Along with the rest of us in her wake. Meg growing with each second. Embarrassed when I hear she has to shave her legs tonight. She's trying out for a theatre group next month. Liam's fourteenth birthday nearing. Next year he'll be driving. Maybe working a little part time gig. On his way to college soon.
My kids, becoming teens. Then adults.
All too soon.
Everyone moving in their own directions. Our orbits expand. An invisible, glacial pace.
Turning and turning in my ever widening gyre. The runner cannot hear what he is running from. Threads unravel. The center never holds.
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