Wednesday, 16 May 2012

What a Life!




Aaaahhhh  it’s Sunday!

Perhaps I‘ll bury my head once more into the pillow
to continue with that dream of rampant libido
or sink into another of calmer contemplation.
Then those thoughts start whining like the mosquitoes
from which I hide beneath the sheets
the list of what must be done ignores on my aching body
Get up…..get on with it….

….clean the dog’s incontinence….reunite her with her buried bone
…. read the paper and not mess it up …..
…. walk for health and so the cats can play.....
…. why do I always lose my keys and take so long to leave…..
….I’m mumbling to myself again….
….don‘t forget to flush and spray….why this fixation with my bodily functions
…. lock the doors…there’s bad men out there…..
…. back and in one piece…
…. don’t let my wet clothes drip or boots mud up the floor…
….now to feed the dog and
….think about cooking supper for six to eat with Coronation Street
…. the house is cluttered with my hasty discards
…. and the dust bunnies are thriving at the cold air return
…. time to pick-up, dust, vacuum and mop….
…. of course its garbage day tomorrow, so empty the bins and kitchen waste….
…. sort the paper from the cans and plastic…..
…. clean and haul the weight of kitty litter and poop-and-scoop the yard….
…. the bottom of the driveway beckons though the rain…..

At last some time to pot a bonsai,
grow ancestral branches on my genealogical tree
or perhaps compose;
a hot tub soak to ease my bones and
ignore priorities to fix or drive or do the taxes;
TV time then off to bed but not before the dishwasher’s stacked and pots are cleaned
and the doors and windows locked.

Sunday …..a day for rest and reading the obituaries!


Bryan D. Cook    May 2, 2012


Context for "What a Life"
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