Renee Writes

In the haste and heat of late July,
I change my mind.
The long days I wished for
taunt and chastise me.

Chores and errands and needful things
accept no excuse from me.
You have all day. Do more.
The sun is up, still up, still time for more
Doing.

Carpe that diem!!
It won’t last forever –
Don’t squander the summer hours!
Check off that to-do list
or you’ll be sorry.

A strange sort of paralysis takes over.
I long for the lowered expectations
of cold, short days,
when it is perfectly reasonable
to still be in bed,
to be still while the soup simmers,
to gather myself up under soft blankets
and do nothing but
breathe.