It’s Been Half a Year
It’s been half a year,and I’m still writing here,although not as often.My schedule seems to soften.Now two weeks without poems,you’re wondering if I’m home.Yes, I’ve been here enough–just doing other stuff.
The Floor
Since my baby likes to eatthe crumbs up off the floor,do I have to vacuum less,or should I vacuum more?
Strong Hands
Your strong hands on the chainsaw,and your strong arms have a knackfor getting it done, although it’s not fun.Now I need strong hands for your back.
Tomorrow’s Eyes
How can I look straight into my child’s eyes and think about my work, my plans? Is it because I think “Oh, you’ll still be here tomorrow.” Life is too fast. I hold her fast to my shoulder and look … Continued
When I’m Done With This
I’ll do that when I’m done with this.I’ll just write it on my list.Might as well give it a hug and a kissand not even say “keep in touch,”but only express “you will be missed.”
To Not Have Any Aspirations
It would be easier to not have any aspirations.It would feel like hanging out at someone else’s house,finally relaxing because there’s nothing to get done.We would stay there ’til eleven,just talking and talking,and we’d go home and go to bed … Continued
About Design
My husband says, “Write a poem about design.”And he’s right. That’s what’s been on my mind.The reason I haven’t written poems this past weekis I’ve had a dozen vector graphics that I had to tweak.It’s amazing what some points, some … Continued
All Caught Up
Wouldn’t if feel wonderful to feelall caught up?Everything behind you,nothing but the breeze and the sunshine on your face. I’d bescared.Wouldn’t you feel scared?Losing that tension that keeps a few things from getting done,a few projects from flyingwould be like … Continued