Part-time Poem

Water rings bounce out

from the tulips to the edge of the vase

as I type a little too hard

here at the dining room table

on a day when I am not supposed to be

working at home.

A gentle load whirs in the dryer

downstairs

Teddy calls out m-nah (banana) when Blue prompts him

electronically

upstairs.

Cookie dough chills in the fridge

“This dough is very soft,

so it’s imperative that it’s been chilled before

you roll it out.”

Charlie’s bus will be here before too long

bringing with it

for better and worse

a play date companion.

Despite the sun and rare warmth

the weeding and pruning will have to wait

amazingly

for yet another day.

I went part time in December.