Nightmares all night, the stupid kind,
where you are late for class, or naked,
or chased by bears. The day drags.
The thought of working makes me
weep, but somehow, I manage. Children
are fed, rooms straightened, chaos
staved off for one more day. I had
such plans for today, but some days,
maintaining is the best you can do.
I accomplished one thing. A lamp, bought
weeks ago, finally installed, and a beanbag,
stolen from the playroom, tucked
underneath. It was meant for a reading
nook in my daughter’s room, but she
does not love to read. The child plays
pretend with her dolls, for hours on end.
Stories one way or another are fine
with me. Stories and light. What else
do we have, to drive out the dark?