Whirlwind
I was so busy. So busy.
No one could pin me down for a visit
No chance of a leisurely meal in an upscale
place with the Muzak my mother listened to
when she wasn’t singing with Charley Pride.
No time for phone calls, short or chatty
No sipping of tea, let it cool, slug it down
No walks in the park for a dose of greening
No cuddles with the cat
Why did I even have a cat?
Too busy.
This poem began with a line from a poem I read today. Once I got going, I changed that opening line and kept writing. Sometimes we need a bit of a kick-start.
heyannis 