the three quarters snickers
and mid afternoon malaise
It’s never the beginning that hurts.
Nor the middle.
And endings?
Those are merely decisions.
Once decided, endings take care of themselves
But two thirds to three quarters of the way through something?
That’s the evil hour.
On a bike ride, that’s when the bonk shows up.
On a run of a play, that’s when things get boring and sloppy.
On a DJ shift, that’s when the dancefloor lulls.
Any job needs a mid afternoon pick me up.
Snickers suggest that they are the cure.
That’s one way to make it over the hump.
But when things get gritty, what moves you forward?
Because it’s this movement that really satisfies.
