and quietly walk away.
Return to the open spaces we once swam freely
among the sea of so many hours in the day
I had the luxury of wishing away
the last few in the afternoon.
Those days long passed
those long hours
used to scream at me
to do something significant
as I washed walls and windows and sticky fingers --
to be someone more than
the stay-at-home mom, long-order cook
and housewife extraordinaire.
And now as the hour hand races from number to number
and I scramble to make it from
place to place
activity to activity
little body, to preschool body to strong arms
these short days whisper
to slow down
that extraordinary ordinary
I'd so desperately wanted to escape.