Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Routine, A Jealous Master


Goodbye for a while;
life intervenes…
my daughter’s
appointment with the doctor,
the buzz of the clothes dryer,
dinner with my husband.

I must attend to life
outside our seclusion.
Routine is a jealous master
demanding I follow its dictates.

I will return as soon as I can
with a phrase, the color blue
or the way the sun shines on a rose.

You are a poem unfinished
but not without an end.
It waits with my muse
until I can once again
find time to pick up my pen.


©Susie Clevenger 2012

1 comment:

Mama Zen said...

This is marvelous! I totally relate.