up, counting the hours of sleep,
and the likelihood of falling back asleep and waking up after 8 a.m.
when it would be too late to turn off the computer,
Would coffee be warm enough?
Could I wait to shower,
what if I simply slept through,
waking when I felt rested,
stretching, waiting for another glance out the window
to the bare trees
shining in the sun?
In 3 minutes it will be 5 a.m.
How have I spent the time since 2 a.m.
when I decided to do the crossword
puzzle to get me back to sleep?
What about the CD that I want to start?
Can’t do it, it’s too dark.
What about these weeks when I have been so into these end of year holidays that I have
a poetry book?
Where have you all been, too?
All of this because ‘they’ will be installing a generator in our building today, starting at 8 a.m.
No electricity, no heat,
all turned off for at least 3 hours.
Why is it so difficult, so challenging to approach this disturbance?
What must I think I must prepare for?
I will enjoy those hours putting my pastels back in good order.
So, when I send this off to you all,
I’m turning off the computer,
stranding myself voluntarily
rather than having it imposed on me.
Well, look at this.
It brought me back to where
I love to be,
in touch with you.
always with love,