In the morning
Before the day has unfolded
I slip into the tunnel of routine:
Bathroom
Workout
Morning tea and supplements.
Then my stomach steps onto the tight rope.
Do I dare begin to write?
I should meditate —
Outside in the sun if possible.
But what if the girls wake up and need something?
What if there’s an appointment?
What if there was something
I was supposed to do
and I forgot?
The kitchen needs to be cleaned.
I forgot to water the plants last night.
What work is worthy of my worrying today?
Sylvia Plath’s figs dangle out of reach in all directions.
Should I do a physical job to spare my creative mind for later?
Should I do an online job to be home if needed?
Shackled by the burden
of having too many options
to settle for anyone decision
I’m the cat in the cartoon
Stretching to cover
a half-dozen leaking cracks
with only five appendages.
¡Pobrecito!
Don’t worry
I’m laughing at me too.