Whatever the Answer

It confuses me when the order of things goes awry. Today sluggishness changed things 

without asking me. 

Not even a notification, 

a whistle or a beep ~ 

no manners whatsoever.

..the strange work of epilepsy, 

or is it long term medication, 

or could it be the effects of age, or…. already exhausted, 

I slip back into a snooze 

all my good intentions for this day 

pushed aside by whatever the answer is. 

“There is always the question why 

and there is always life, 

which doesn’t need an answer.”

~ Dejan Stojanović,

  poet, essayist, philosopher

At this Time of Night

April 2021

To write a piece of poetry 

at this time of night when 

there is little that has occurred 

in the day to warrant such writing. 

I could write about the whoosh 

of the traffic on icy streets, or

the soft roll of the bus as it stops 

to pick me up. Oh, the tall man, 

40ish, waiting for the same bus, 

not dressed for the cold, carrying 

a multicoloured skate board;

spiky hair and bejewelled fingers. 

he was quiet and not quite sullen. 

I could write about the swish of 

the dishwasher as it takes care of 

my days worth of dishes, including 

the bowl that held my bread dough 

in the fridge for the night.

But it is getting late and 

I have much to finish up before 

I greet my pillow. Hopefully, 

I’ll find some poetry tomorrow.

“I can feel my Thoughts

Tiptoeing about in their bedrooms

Getting ready for the night.”

~ Prudence Gager, Bedtime

No Particular Reason

For no particular reason

strawberry yogurt ice cream 

piqued my curiosity.

Scraping the bottom of a tiny 

tub of caramel ice cream, 

strawberries and yogurt 

floated through my mind. 

(both in the fridge)

On tomorrow's 'to do' list! 

After all, it is important to feed, 

not just my body, 

but my curious mind.

“The knowledge of all things is possible.”

~ Leonardo da Vinci

(1452~ 1519)