Friday, January 21, 2011
New Habit -- Poetry 2011
That could be a problem;
already tired from a do-nothing day,
she fought her desire to skip class.
Drive down, drive up, drive down –
a yo-yo on a gasoline fed string –
downtown, home, downtown.
Not that she needed a nap;
not that she had other plans.
Too much time between classes,
reluctance to venture out, she
desired to hunker down; resistance
grew to acquiring a new habit.
Movement stalled by sitting, her
insufficient blood flow reduced
momentum chalking her fallible
formula across evening slate sky.