March 13, 2020

I have starting a new method of expression — poetry.

Here is one of my first attempts.

I wake.  I hear the alarm, then the birds.

I smile.

Then I remember it is Tuesday.

I sigh.

It’s a yoga stretch class day.

Like a child who resists what’s good for her–

Vegetables, baths, bedtimes–

I pout.

I shake my head.  I plead my case:

Not right now.  Please.

Let me do what I want.

Let me stay as a I am.

I hate stretching.