All over the world

Five minutes til and there is already a line.

Vehicles with their low beams.

And five after, they're all unloaded and in action.

So many, doing so much, for so few.

In the pre-dawn shadows, behind the shade of task, is this Kingdom that fuels it all

Breathing

And pulling forward, at a pace so quick one stumbles, never quite regaining a footing. 

Thole

All of the old cliches grow tiresome. 

There are no words that rightly describe this. 

Or at least none that I can summon. 

No words right or strong enough to serve as foundation for such a weight. 

And never have I wished so clearly that were not a woman of words. 

But I am.