seven days

seven days

syncing 149 files...
99...
21...
4...
somewhere between 1-3 hours, 
still...
waiting

only 3 files left today...
48 minutes or another 24 hours...
until my laptop sprouts wings

winter window left open...
brought in frost and calm...
for morning

48 hour hiatus...
from technology...
is almost over...
and so I begin to stare at my laptop...
sleeping...
and daydream about baking

cusp of dawn tiptoeing...
past sleeping bedrooms...
coffee and headphones in hand...
the imprint of my day to come

fluctuating between the pull of productivity and the balance of me...
mom, runner, writer, friend, reader, beach-lounging daydreamer, human...
looks like pizza for dinner

wishing I could sprout hours and arms like a Hindu Goddess...
the unknown price of divinity is no match for my vision
of perfection

©Erin Croley

So I stumbled across a Twitter poetry prompt that was really a challenge for me. It was to write one line of a poem each day. I usually write a poem in a single sitting, going back to revise here and there. I guess I could have cheated and uploaded one line from an existing poem each day, or waited to make sure it turned out okay before sharing on the blog, but what fun would that have been?

This poem began on January 15, 2015. It lasted seven days.