Finally

the day is over
I’ve done a number
of things    useful, positive,
enjoyed a lot of it    most of it
but there is an element of ‘getting through it’ ­
getting to evening, some glasses of wine
permission to sit back and read
then go to bed, often for welcome deep sleep
sometimes for wakefulness and puzzling why
whichever, end of day comes as a blessing
which doesn’t mean morning isn’t a blessing too
but there’s a dead spot in the afternoon
when the subterfuge is done
and it’s inescapable that you are gone

 
 
Karen Wilson

Karen Wilson

Karen Wilson started fashioning words into poems a dozen years ago, amid a life hitherto occupied by decades of volunteer efforts to protect the environment.  A life-long resident of eastern and northeast Wisconsin, she is strongly influenced by the beauty and power of nature in the Great Lakes region, a frequent topic of her poems.  Writing also provides a way to explore feelings about children, generations, and the mysteries of marriage.  She has had poems accepted in local and regional publications.  All this proves as satisfying as writing letters to the editor, and definitely more fun.