Day-to-Day

Making another list

on a purple post-it

that will eventually go

unfound.

It’s inevitable.

Later my red pen will search,

like most days,

for a box to check

no matter how remedial the task.

It feels good.

And it will feel good,

if only I knew where to look,

as soft blue light reflects in the window

from a dormant machine.

I was enjoying my first day alone

in silence

when the wind picked up

and blew blank pages around the room

circling like a mobile

above a child

half asleep.

Half awake,

I make a new list

that will become the old list,

a reminder that checking boxes

has repercussions.

© 2012 d.c.p.