Still thirteen minutes left
I had the whole day to work in
but I started reading and sorting and checking
how I could best organise the day and now
there are only eleven.
Then I’ve got to fetch the kids: change nappies
wipe noses and shoute that they mustn’t hit
heads with saucepans and kick
animals and doors and poo on the carpet
and then drive a train through it
and don’t wipe your snot off on your brother
and now it’s really time to sleep sleep sleep
in your own bed for once and don’t scream scream scream like that!
The hiccuping in me
like the morning that I
in shock see jolting past me.
Still eight minutes left for a masterpiece
or the start of one perhaps.
Something that could sound so.