The heft of a child against your chest
The sitting of a raindrop on a leaf
The turning of the calendar on the wall
The dirtying of dishes at the table
The coming of a holiday
or any day
without consulting
your level of preparation
These things are
humbling
inevitable
and all there is
In 2012, I wrote a poem a day for NaBloPoMo. See them here.
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