For my own private celebration of National Poetry Month, I’m attempting to write one poem each day. I won’t publish them all here, but today I feel moved. I will count this as the poem for April 2, even though I didn’t finish it until a couple of minutes past midnight.
Remember, I just finished this, so don’t be too harsh.
The after-evening time, when partnered with
Completed to dos or even postponed to dos,
Contains the most prized moments of my day.
The store of chores has closed shop for the night
And I have tucked in my precious duties
With hope they will sleep through until morning.
I take out my favorite diversions and dreams
From the suitcase in the back of my mind,
Slip into them. The fit is exquisite.