The Armful

For every parcel I stoop down to seize 
I lose some other off my arms and knees, 
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns — 
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once, 
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. 
With all I have to hold with hand and mind 
And heart, if need be, I will do my best 
To keep their building balanced at my breast. 
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; 
Then sit down in the middle of them all. 
I had to drop the armful in the road 
And try to stack them in a better load.

Robert Frost
I love it when you come across a poem that expresses exactly how you feel at that moment. I found Robert Frost’s take on feeling rather overloaded today, and it sums up the state of my mind perfectly. Time for another holiday, clearly! – Rachel