Tuesday, April 15, 2014

4:30 PM on Friday

Tick, tock, tick, tock
The time passes in
Grains of sand and
Emails: "you have won!"
"Can you help me?"
"20% off!"
All of them beckon
Me to read, to ponder
To attend.

My mind is elsewhere,
Dreaming of long walks
With my dog, a good book
And homemade popcorn.
No alarm clocks, No
Deadlines, No urgency
For two languorous days.

I love what I do,
But this day has reached
That pivot point:
Too much time to do nothing
Not enough time to begin
Something new.
I'll get to it
After the weekend.


(After giving up poetry for various reasons during my marriage, I am finally finding my voice again.  Expect to see poems here from time to time. If you like them, feel free to share, as long as you attribute them to me.)