2015-05-20T12:04:10-07:00May 20th, 2015|Musings on life|


It is one of those nights
my bones don’t fit me
my head tossing
my to-do list
like a juggler in the dark

a hum of panic in the quiet
I am stuck
upside down
like a fly
in a web

I nurse the little one
lying beside her
in the pool of sand
that somehow travelled
with her after the bath

then the older one wakes up
a nightmare
about jam

I am a lunatic
soothing another
telling him
over and over

can’t feel pain

I end up on the couch
cursing the invention
of decorative blankets

the sun ignores
my plea for more time
dumping a flood
of light into the room

I watch the dust dance
did it perform all night
or is it twirling now
just for me.

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