some days

Some days
the hours I spend asleep
wait for me to catch up,
sunlight tapping impatience
against the bedroom window
as I spin a long list of to do’s
that won’t happen.

Some mornings need
clamors around my knees,
tripping if I don’t look down,
toddlers that want now
and can’t wait for sleep to leave my eyes
to make them burnt bacon
and underdone eggs.

Some days need
a reset switch like this one,
but we don’t get to spin the planet
in reverse rotation to time the turn
to our wants.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to some days

  1. j4n says:

    If we all ran one way at once, it should be at least a worthy effort

  2. timing is indeed everything

  3. rookswriter says:

    I agree with this poem… can’t help but wish I had a remote to turn back time though…

  4. Alice Keys says:

    “Some mornings need clamors around the knees” Darn few of them in my opinion. I’m glad to have big boys who sleep in and those silence early hours of refuge.

  5. AVE says:

    Oh I understand this. Lovely truth poetically written.

  6. nelle says:

    If only we could at least arrest its progression, if only to allow our adjustment.

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