Seven is the number of completion.
One week left: completely incomplete.
But when I am through I will be finished
because I just have strength for one small week.
Rented
I don’t own my thoughts.
They all are just rented.
Some day I’ll invent something
that hasn’t been invented.
Sidewalks
The sun went away,
and so did the warmth
and the smell of spring in the air.
But what I miss most
is seeing my neighbors
out on the sidewalks we share.
The Things We Ask About
They always asked, “Is he growing?”
and “Is he sleeping well?”
until he evidently was.
And then no one ever asked,
“Are you, by chance,
giving your baby steroids
and sleeping pills
just so we’ll stop
asking?”
No, no one ever asked that.
Purpose
Is there a small place of bliss between busy and bored?
Or do they overlap?
Find your purpose
to push them apart.
Maybe that is your purpose.
Just Right
Wake up now,
or keep on sleeping
all through the night.
Eat enough.
Don’t ruin supper.
So much we must get right.
Feed
Since I got this smarter phone,
I have less time to read,
unless, of course, I count my time
spent reading through my feed.
They call it that, don’t you know,
because it eats your brain.
You are feeding your feed now.
I bet you can’t refrain.