It's raining now
And my work's all done.
But is it?
I know there's something else ready to expose itself.
Laundry, taxes, moving -- all done!
Correspondence, cleaning -- all done!
Celebrating, preparing to celebrate?
Not quite yet!
There are two births due for this granny,
And the days are coming near.
Will I be ready to nurture the nurturer?
How about birthdays?
Grand daughter number one has one.
But it's raining. Save that for another day.
There are odds and ends to sell or give away,
Ever whittling down extraneous stuff
Til the essential is left to make the journey light.
I could worry, obsess, be anxious or angry.
Those will use up my excess energy,
But slow down the journey sure enough.
I could read about skills I need to learn
Or novels that take me to another place
So I don't need to travel at all.
I could listen to the restless birds outside the pane,
or watch the rain droplets expand til they drop.
I could remember old loves and possible new ones.
Children, grandchildren, brothers and sisters.
I could watch a move like I did last night,
Or write that great American novel
That won't wait much more.
At least a poem,
A real poem,
Not just something trite.
I could cook a meal,
But I gave away my food.
I could wash my hair,
But I just did.
I can't go through photo albums.
They're packed and gone away.
I prayed this morning
And may later tonight.
I could go to bed early,
But then won't sleep through the night.
Oh, I know there are so many things
One can find to do if she looks.
Instead I sit on this couch
And think about what I might want to do.
No TV, no music player
Just a radio that's stuck on one station.
There's photo editing,
I could write a letter to the Editor
About a myriad of issues,
Or my Congress member,
My senator, council member,
Commissioner and such.
Nay, not for me tonight.
I'll sit here and blog instead.