Ten-Finger Exercises

last week's entry

I should have posted this last week when I wrote it. It wasn't entirely true, even then, because I don't find the time/space/privacy to write very often now that Bill is home all the time. But for that week between holidays when we could barely remember what day it was, I didn't have my usual obligations to plan my day's errands, housework and free time around.

Holiday Between-Time

Calendar pages wiped clean
until the posting of a new year,
I am bundled in loose-knit days
luxuriating in unscheduled time,
as warm and content as a cat in the sun.

Never mind the gray solemnity outdoors,
the blaring football games echoing forth within.
No clock chastises me.
No group requires me.
No phone summons me.
My closet cleaning Muse makes a rare appearance
and I follow willingly, then read
and maybe nap.

I am, for a few days, my own person,
not the one I must be
or could be if I tried,
doing what I want when I want.
Perhaps this will get old. I’ll never know.
TOMORROW the world starts up again.


Happy New Year 2013 Everyone!