Time Enough or A Housewife Rebels

Time enough for mundane dues

The sun has flung a yellow wash

Across the earth; dull avenues

Transform beneath its gilded sash

And I must leave these bland confines

Of ginger-spice and lemon soap

Of laundry-poems with endless lines

The breeze, a gentle calliope

Strums eagerly the jeweled limb

It beckons to me from the air

As nature’s azure, lilting hymn

Seeps through the window to my chair

Where Duty with austere command

Points me to pots and pans and broom

But a kind stranger tugs my hand

And lures me to earth’s grand ballroom

Where now silk threads have teased the sun

To dim her golden smile a bit

For soon another day is gone

And soon the evening star is lit

For even now the pale white ghost

Of crescent moon dangles aloft

Before the sun has thought to coast

Beneath the western skyline’s croft

Time enough for mundane dues

Today offers no repeat chance

On lengthened shadow avenues

Kind stranger, may I have this dance?

© Janet Martin

…and so we did