Friday, March 18, 2016

18: I sit down now...

I sit down now
to write
Again
It's 10:55
For the past two hours
I've laid on the cold, carpeted floor
of the smaller little's room
while he tosses
and
turns
"My ears hurt," he cries
waiting for sleep
I'm convinced
for me
it would come
like lights
at the flip of a switch
I think about
packing four people for a weekend away
walking out the door in the morning by 7:30
finishing the laundry until it's stacked like sorted coins
writing
not writing
sleeping
not sleeping
Easter clothes
coaching teachers
I sit down now
to write

Write on,
b


6 comments:

  1. I'm glad you made time for yourself to get this writing done.

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  2. So much living before the writing happens. So happy that the writing does happen.

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  3. Hopefully you made the deadline and was out the door this morning. I was tired just reading this post. Hope for healing and a wonderful weekend!

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    1. WERE out the door. Goodness, what was wrong with me? Perhaps I meant to say EVERYONE was out the door.

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  4. So much heart in this poem. All the best! Hope the earaches are gone. They are the worst.

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  5. So much heart in this poem. All the best! Hope the earaches are gone. They are the worst.

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