How We Spend Our Days

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing.” Annie Dillard

Even though my sleep

is always potential subject matter

(maybe not suitable for poems)

how did you sleep being one

of those questions that’s never

so easy to answer I wake up

later than I once did not 5

or 6 anymore and then,

although I don’t write

down my dreams, I wish I did.

About the day itself, it’s always

a peculiar balance

now especially, of news (oy)

and the beauty of spring (joy):

forsythia in the park,

daffodils across the street,

tulips in a green vase

on a yellow cloth.

Today I wrote a little,

met my friend Alice

at Fairway Cafe (food better

than last time) and we exchanged

Getting Older Information.

Three zooms because

zooming is now what we do.

And finally, a 5:30 PM poem

that won’t include dinner,

a book I’m reading,

TV series we will start tonight,

the fact that we’ve had no water

for a few days (we have water now),

and one big beautiful purple artichoke.

We might eat it tonight.