Dazed & confused





Messy thoughts pepper the day.

My forks don’t match
and I wonder when they
started to be pattern strangers?
Jason writes he lives in Dallas,
Reply, insert, signature, send.
Is that chirp necessary
I wonder as I look at the ceilings
room by room.

800 Service calls again,
shall I answer?
The wind in the leaves
calls me too before
I answer no or yes or maybe,
if I could answer,
if I could decide.

So sit I do,
sit rocking in time
to the wind in the leaves,
symphony of the sky,
feeling left out,
yet oh so close.
My forks don’t match.
How long I wonder?


You’ve had days like this right?


About Robin Arnold

Reader, writer, gardener, geek, maker of homes in several states, now settled in Virginia with husband Bob, and Hazel and Wilson the tabby cats.
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