Tag: ordinary

All these Mothers

All these play group mothers take their
Turn flailing on the Big Rug,
Tossing their scorpion glances then
Trading them the next second for
A quicksand gasp, teetering
Over the abyss of another
2 Year Old Afternoon
Beating back a thousand buzzing
Answers, and hearing almost
Nothing useful at all.

Ripped Fabric

The rip down the hip
Of these jeans makes me suddenly feel
I don’t have enough.
It’s because the two new pairs I
Bought last month have somehow ended up
In the laundry at the same time
Which, if you know my laundry
Schedule, is physics-ally impossible;
Making me think I must have
Slipped into a Dr. Who episode via the
Hamper and passed myself in
Time and space, perhaps
Knocked out by a nubby pink
Dryer ball. And now I am
Awake on a Sunday with
Two loads of dirty darks
To do, and twins pining over
Their general lack of leggings
And sure that I don’t have
Enough in my life or my
Closet to span the rip in
Laundry continuum.

What I See

I’m prone to forgetting all the
Goodness around me on the
Sewer pit days when the shenpa
Has caught me. But there are
Monarch butterflies and sweet
Sailors and other things which
Return I remember
And I’ll catch that
Preserver until I
Spot the metaphorical
Land, something catches my
Eye, like the eye of this
Funny coat rack, given to me
By Tim and Peter on the
Birthday where Frances tricked me
And the London friends surprised
Me and I wasn’t wearing
Yoga pants but a
Very pretty dress.

Exactly Betty

Betty at evening you creep over
My duvet like a
Minefield and I’d guess this house
Became little repeating explosions
In your easy world
All those days ago when we brought
The new strays home.
Now, time’s gone by
And slowly-slowly, with same, exact
Steps you show me how
We grow, as you carefully
Make your way over little
Stuffed lambs and bears
On four quilts to
Say your timid goodnights.

Faraway Friend

You are mostly now just a voice
On the phone. Faraway you and I
Recount the tiptoeing we do through
The days– the beautiful funny
Blips on our children’s radar
Of attention and meaning that
Remind us that perfection is inside
The ordinary.