I Like It Like This...

Someday I’ll get the chance to rock

And read those books still on my list

This steady pace of tick-and-tock

Slips quietly into the mist

And I, wearied within its leap

Climb into bed, my book in hand

But oh, alas, three pages deep

And I am off to slumber-land

Someday I’ll get a chance to write

Those words that evade me of yet

Or come to me within the night

And in the morning I forget

And someday I will organize

Those scattered thoughts within my mind

Instead of shoes and laundry piles

And tasks shaping the daily grind

Someday, too close to me, I fear

My moments won’t include the fuss

Of teen-age angst on what to wear

Or school-girl waving from the bus

Someday the noise of boys and toys

Will slip to sudden quietness

This kaleidoscope of moment-joys

Rotating where echoes caress

Someday, but oh, not now, not yet

The books upon the shelf will keep

Tonight when I climb into bed

I am so glad that I can sleep

The luxury of mundane toil

Startles with raw and fresh appeal

And I must tend its precious spoil

Which even now life’s moments steal

© Janet Martin