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
everything.
I turn off the light.
At long last, sleep draws closed the curtains
and tucks me into her blue
furred throat.
Shannon E. Williams 
Lovely imagery here. I especially liked the “restive limbo” description for office tasks.
I desperately love the way you weave your words in those final two stanzas. Also, the image of the pepper plant sipping at the sky. Beautiful!