It is 10 minutes past 10 on the first night of summer. The boy is asleep. The dryer bumps and tumbles, smoothing our wardrobe for the trip ahead.
The computer at work is powered off for the week. Tasks huddle in their restive limbo behind that dark office door.
Here, crumbs dust the counter.
Free weights squat in the corner.
A story cocoons between silent covers.
This body is so weary.
Rain came then went again. On the dark balcony, pepper leaves sip at the sky. Petals curl into sleep.
Tonight, for once,
I turn from the eternally unfinished
I turn off the light.
At long last, sleep draws closed the curtains
and tucks me into her blue