Jul 26, 2007 19:49
in the every day of things
there is asparagus stuck to the
unwashed dishes
laundry smelling up the bedroom
a broken swing
a stained shirt.
in the minute-to-minute
there are wiggling toes
waving arms
a toy whose batteries are still good
a cd player skipping in the kitchen.
in the big bubble
there are 3
and there are plans
for another kitchen
a bigger swing
rings and holidays and exclamations
of seasons change, for seasons that
are yet to be.
there are more.
here in the every day we swallow the morning's
alarm clock sound
wake up the need inside us
and do our damndest
to place our ladders
on sturdy ground.
in the minut-to-minute
we often yell, yes.
we often laugh so hard we wake up
the one who we're so happy is asleep
that we are laughing.
there is a suddenness about some moments
when we realize the next minute is
upon us
when we see the carpet-burnt knees
and realize
she's crawling- already.
i wonder what i was thinking
when I said I'd wash the dishes
when I said lets to the laundry today
when i said we need to vacuum
when I said
lets do something besides
watch her pull the books off
of their shelves.