The days have separated into building blocks.

No–I don’t mean day to day, but within days.

First  is a block of sleeping late, then CNN.  And

there’s my blog block  and checking e-mails.

My leg hurts for awhile and maybe I try to write

a poem–that won’t rhyme.  At 5 pm in my night

gown, yawning,  yearning for graduate school

and the halcyon days of mutual excitement

over new ideas and possibilities and the burst

of mental balloons showering us like soap bubbles.

When my mind is last to go I can’t hardly make

it there.