Poetry Friday: Lists

This morning, my list-making started.

Up and writing, those lists infiltrated my notebook pages.
Onward to read After by Jane Hirshfield. “To Wake at 3:00” hit me.
Those things said and not said.
Things I should have done and those I can not undo.

To Wake at 3:00

To wake at 3:00
and not want to go back to sleep
is different
from waking and wanting
not to go back to sleep.

(read the rest here)

Driven by these thoughts,
I go to my uninhabited classroom to
dig through my poetry books.
I find Joyce Sidman’s book What the Heart Knows and this poem:

A List of Things That Will Set You Free

Feet.
Wheels.
Wind.
Sunshine.
Words.
Music.
A voice.
A touch.
Caring.
Not caring.

Saying to yourself:
I am too old to do this.
I am too young to do this.
I am too smart to do this.
It’s not my fault.
It is my fault, and  I will fix it.

I can do this.

Ah yes.

The List

started as
The week ended
At the top of
A notebook page
Manageable To-dos
One thing and
Another

Scattered
Down
Details bleed into
The margins
Refusing to turn the
Page
For fear they’d be
Forgotten

Off to do and read other posts found on this week’s Poetry Friday link up hosted by Penny Parker Klostermann.