The Poet Sets Aside Her Projects
Small tasks accrete:
washing the dishes
sewing new curtains
planting a rose.
To manage the tedium
of scrubbing and sewing
you turn on the tv
you work to its music.
So many rooms
to clean with the tv!
So many projects
that never get done!
You fill all your days
with other men's voices
trying to keep
from hearing your own.
My legs want to move
my ears long for noise;
I bite my lip
and make myself sit
Alone in the darkness
breathing the silence
writing a poem
alone with myself.