Saturday, May 21, 2022

Ode

 

Here's to everything undone today:

laundry left damp in the machine,

the relatives unrung, the kitchen

drawer not sorted; here's to jeans

unpatched and buttons missing,

the dirty dishes, the novel

not yet started. To Christmas

cards unsent in March, to emails

marked unread. To friends unmet

and deadlines unaddressed;

to every item not crossed off the list;

to everything still left, ignored, put off:

it is enough.

--Zoe Higgins

[Photo of my kitchen sink as I make this post!]



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