It seems I have no time
if I wake up late
but when I wake up early
I can’t stay up past eight.
I’d like to need less sleep.
My baby’d like that too.
But we’re getting ready for bed.
There’s only so much you can do!
Laundry
This week
the way you grab the clean laundry out of the basket
looks a little more like the way I do it
compared to the way you did it last week
and at this rate
will I ever have to teach you to fold the laundry?
Or will I just
show you and show you?
If Gas Were Free
If gas were free
I would know this town,
not inside, but out,
just from driving up and down.
If gas were free
we’d wear out these treads–
like the back page of an atlas
that’s been well used, well read.
If gas were free
we’d be in the car,
and you’d be soothed to sleep
by the tones of NPR.
Strong Consciousness
“Why doesn’t she stay asleep?”
I beg with a sigh.
“Our baby has a strong consciousness,”
is my husband’s reply,
as she rolls to a crawl and agrees
with a twinkle in her eye.
Privacy
I’ve written poems you’ll never see.
They’re as not-for-you as a life at sea.
It’s just a matter of privacy.
Holding Pattern
We’re in a holding pattern,
not sure where to land,
and we’re not just going to settle
for just any patch of sand.
We’re not planning how to crash;
we’re not running out of fuel.
We are looking how to ground ourselves
to work towards earth’s renewal.
If All the Broken Glass in Bogotá
If all the broken glass in Bogotá
came to a point
and held itself together
with fine lead at every joint,
and the glow that tints the clouds
in the dark of night
came in close and shone straight through that glass
in one tremendous light,
and if every siren, engine, horn
all were rearranged
in just one joyful symphony,
now that would be a change.