INTERIMS

I met a friend yesterday
Who talked about the “interim”
Which struck me oddly
But I understood

I have lived “interims”
For far too long
And all it implies
Is that there is no plan

My plan is in place
My vision clear
My energy restored
For the bounty of tomorrow

Unburdened at last
From shackles of servitude
And barriers before me
Of my own creation

Nothing in my way now
Except myself
But without excuses
I own my future