Home by Sunday

My sister emailed me again
She’s says that everything is arranged
For once her plans have all worked out
But mine have changed.
I’m all tied up.
I’m all caught up.
How am I going to make it home by Sunday?
Might as well be a million miles away.
Another note, a glass of wine
You push your toes up to the line
Do you your best, you’ll be fine
They say in time.
I spent another day inclined
To incrementalize the cause
This anonymity incites
Otiose applause.
Another day another climb (another time/ another kind).