Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 111 (The story of our lives)


Every day I want to speak with you. And every day something more important
calls for my attention—the drugstore, the beauty products, the luggage

I need to buy for the trip.
Even now I can hardly sit here

among the falling piles of paper and clothing, the garbage trucks outside
already screeching and banging.

The mystics say you are as close as my own breath.
Why do I flee from you?

My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.

Help me. Even as I write these words I am planning
to rise from the chair as soon as I finish this sentence.


I don't have much to add to this poem, except to say I must sign off and get ready for co-op.  
Truly the story of my life.


1 comment:

Beth Hanna said...

This poem speaks to ALL OF US! It's so easy to get so busy! But, trust me, God understands and He knows your heart! Have a great co-op today!