Thursday, September 24, 2009


As life moves,
and days wither to nights,
perspective is paramount.

What did I care about
one year ago today?

Whose opinion upset me
last winter?

On which day was the house
dirtier than I could bear?

What was it that we
disagreed about last spring?

I don't know.

Yet, I took those days
and smashed them like
a cigarette under my shoe.

The countdown of good days
has begun
and I've made it shorter.


Daniel Bell said...

As always, nice. Got enough for another chapbook soon?

Amy said...

Good poetry makes you think, and this one has certainly made me think about time I've squandered. Nicely stated!

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

I love the cigarette image. It really conveys the theme.