“Neurons, start your engines.”
The tasks pass the reviewing stand
. need idea for this week’s poem
. finish song with David
. call vet about Milou’s paw
. modify FSO website
. balance Schwab account
. call electrician about 30amp connection
. mow lower meadow
. schedule tree work
. answer John’s email
chores fly by the reviewing stand
like eucalyptus leaves in the Santana wind.
“Maybe I won’t be able to go back to sleep.”
try to get comfortable
“You know, this isn’t good for your health.”
My critic awakes
“You ate too much, last night.
You know you can’t eat dessert.”
“You’ve been lucky, so far.
Your luck is running out.”
“How will Kathy cope, when you are in the hospital?”
a shaft of moonlight graces the far wall.
The puppy snorts.
“Maybe I’ll have to take Belle out to pee.”
“I’m lucky to have Kathy
and the dogs.
Lucky to live here.
lucky for my family.
Lucky for a lot of things.”
My blessings fall down like rose petals
caressing me to sleep.