Thursday, February 9, 2012


I wrote a poem in my head
as I lay quietly in my bed
before the footsteps in the hall
before the baby's morning call
but then the day came stealing in
breakfast shoes and medicine
every stanza I had crafted
melted from my mind, undrafted
I wonder if they still exist
underneath the laundry lists
piles of words I never penned
waiting to be discovered again.

1 comment:

Rachel Sarah said...

how do you do that?! very clever