The Next Crossroads

Poem Written April 15th  Rushing As I drive through the pouring rain, The sun pulls up beside me, Flashing its lights. I should pull over, Pause. But I keep going Because I have somewhere to be. Rainbows rush out my window, Wonders of nature. I stare at the prisms a moment And continue on.

 Poem Written April 13th There's a way to sleep without wandering To breathe with eyes closed and calm There's a way not to worry Through your dreams at night But it's not known to me Because I only sleep  When I'm not thinking And it takes kind of long to wind down My brain. We'll lie together awake instead. And listen to the rain Hitting our window.

  Post-it Note Poem written April 11th

 Poem written April 9th By end of day, There's not much left My energy is stretched Between the morning routine And toddler tears as I run out the door. Always late To meet the next person Who needs something from me And back home it's supper, and dishes And do your homework. It's stop running, Stop fighting. It's time for a bath. It's time for bed. But when it's finally quiet, I'm broken. I lost pieces somewhere I hope I can find them tomorrow (I'll only find half of them) I feel guilty I feel so tired. I'm sorry  I have nothing left to give.

 A cinquain poem written April 7th.   I can Only be me. The version I'm stuck with. The one between vibrant and tired, A husk.

 This was my April 8th poem as we got to see the total eclipse Everyone is talking about the sun, Center of our universe Lonely, maybe, with the moon and planets so far away. I wonder about her though. Passing between us for just a moment, Suddenly flicking the switch and overtaking the day. Each of us looks up and sees her in a new light, only today.