All That Happens Between Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Between sunrise and sunset
dawn becomes morning with
sounds and chatter of people
going on their way
their thoughts full and hurried
to the next essential chore.

Afternoon too soon...
Lunch on the run, feels like
day's just begun...
Who did you forget to call and is it
all right that you forgot,
perhaps not...

Apology on the way through electronic
convenience, sometimes a nusiance
of interruptions...pledging now to not
text and drive to stay alive.

Time to clock out from work,
look at that jerk moving too fast,
at last the road home is near...

Look at that sky!
My, oh my!
Think I'll paint the sunset tonight,
right before I kiss the babies goodnight.
Got to meet the man again tomorrow...

What man?
The one who perhaps writes the checks
or ejects you from your fine lively-hood...
Sighhhh! ...Take a deep breath...

Wow, look at that sky!


Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
written January 2013