Swimming in a sea of slices
circling, swirling, so many to choose from
unable to settle on just one
drowning, quite literally, in slices
Do I write about my trip to the movies this weekend
to see Beauty and the Beast?
Acutely aware of how un-handicap accessible
the theater was
stairs upon stairs
but oh, so worth it
Or what about the twins,
who are finally breaking free of
Come play with me!
Constructing a teetering tower,
laughter flowing, as the blocks cascade down
Our private glances,
telling each other stories,
words not needed
How about the thrill of a new book?
Settling in to read, yet
unable to keep my eyes open
(In case you didn’t know,
Zzzzzz means sleep!
according to J.J.,
my dormant EAL student,
who just today made a connection
between our letter of the week and
Goodnight, Goodnight Construction Site)
Or do I tell you of the (mostly) unsuccessful attempts
to reheat last night’s leftover lasagna
in a small pot on a hot plate
while standing on one foot?
Oh the joys of not having
a microwave, or oven for that matter
Or better yet,
I could pine my notebook
teeming with stories not yet written
sifting through the ideas
until I found the perfect one
Drowning in slices,
this poem will have to do.