Afternoon Poem

I tend to the mundane tasks
of talking books and phone calls
listening to the monotonous conversations
children and ailments
activities planned
not mine

I wish to be outside
under the clear blue sky calling
from the window while I toil
how I can last til the end of the day?
Wait, I’ve got mail
A poem arrives
words filled with magic
take me far beyond the clouds
far beyond the mundane
the day’s end is not so far

K.A.T. Corrigan