Somedays

A poem about the length of a day

this evening I feel 
hemmed in,
pressed upon and hurried,
distractions knitting and
unraveling. Somedays 
the day just evaporates:
before you know 
evening's come and
it's time to wrap it up.
alls left but to wonder:
how'd I do?
did I accomplish what was 
meant to be done?
declutter the closet
revise my will
replace the sofa
call dad
grow grass
tend the dog's emotional needs
wash things
eat better
write?
It's almost over, but
the day lengthens
thank god for
spring's double agency,
her wind still welcoming
winter's whispers.
it's not done yet
there's still
twilight to inhale
dusk to drink in, and
(after a bit of rest)
the deep dark night 
to lay back upon and 
explore.

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