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