After the bedtime circus antics
After dishes, leftovers and laundry...
After placing the smallest gently in his cradle,
I'll steal away quiet and lonesome to my poems
Clearing a too-frenzied rush of words
Pent up from the day's hectic.
I will steal away and write by touch
in a darkened room
So as not to wake the baby...
Only to find that you,
Gentle wide-eyed white-faced moon
Have been watching me all this time
Through pin-stripe chinks
In the window blinds.
(c) Kathryn W. Ritter
June 8, 2011 Wednesday