When I’m Alone

I sit cross-legged on the rug
eating cheese sandwiches
drinking cardamom tea
stare out the window
an absurdly long time
resting cheek on knee

I look back at poems I’ve written
or wish I’d written
might commit to another
if inspiration has bitten

Sometimes – not too often
I surrender to boredom
or salty tears
thinking about
childhood years
wipe each flashback off my face
return to the tick-tock
sweep the kitchen
tidy the place
fill a glass with water
that I forget to drink
fill a bag for charity
clear dishes from the sink
stand in the mirror
check thighs not too fat
then remember I’ve chosen
to do away with all that
Nonsense.

I guess what I do
is voyage home
to a stranger I know
when I’m alone.