Friday, January 8, 2010

Week 1

Friday, January 1, 2010
I carefully picked-up the white box,
cradling the evil contraption before chucking it out the window.
One less thing to step on in the morning.

Saturday, January 2, 2010
Sitting around. No plans. No agenda.
No chaos . . . for a brief moment.

Sunday, January 3, 2010
I know I should be doing something,
but I can’t seem to motivate myself to do “it” or
figure out what “it” is.

Monday, January 4, 2010
I’m slouched in my chair, eyelids heavy and burning.
One cup. Two. Three.
Coffee’s not working.
Nobody in their right mind should be up at four AM.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I watched their backs as they walked up the sidewalk to school,
hand in hand.
Daddy and his mini-me.
There was a softening in my heart.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010
They are everywhere.
I sit and watch, eleven toddlers spinning around me.
I am thankful their mom’s are not too far from reach.

Thursday, January 7, 2010
which I normally thrive in—breath a steady relief of air in,
foiled me this morning.