Right Here (a poem)

Life is not a reward that comes
after all of the chores are done

after all of the children
are fed and the
workweek is over and
laundry is sorted we
hope that our plans won’t be scrapped or reordered
for moments of peace, or a day to de-stress—

if that’s what life is,
tell me what is the rest?

Life is right here
hiding here in these moments
in dishes and spreadsheets and auto mechanics
in toothpaste and heartbreaks and peeling the carrots
and only the ones who refuse to ignore it

will live every day they’re alive


“The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one’s “own,” or “real” life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one’s real life—the life God is sending one day by day.”
— C.S. Lewis

A Poem About Life

I sat down to write a poem about life
The roof is leaking.
I began to think about the happy and
The dryer’s squeaking.

I got up and sat again and thought
Of mysteries
And things I ought
To have done yesterday.

Life is full of joy and
I’d better fold the clothes.
How it goes so fast
Nobody knows.

Again, it’s full of joy and
Interruption
Moments of construction
Of this messy
Happy gift of

What was I saying?
Oh yes the gift I love—

Life