Distractions

Distractions

I'm anticipating that perfect time of life,

when we have enough money,

and a house,

when my husband graduates school,

when I have a writing job,

when all of those things on my to-do list are crossed off,

when we can travel,

when the arguments in our marriage resolve,

and our credit card is paid,

when my plays are produced,

when my cupboards are organized,

when the letters have been written,

the bills paid,

the dishes done,

the rugs shaken,

the dog fed,

the cat brushed,

the baby changed,

the car washed,

the laundry folded,

the computer fixed,

the groceries bought,

the cake baked,

and the stairway swept,

when the distractions

that take us out

of life,

are wrapped in a package,

tied with a ribbon, and thrown

into the river,

so we can sit back and say

"This is the stuff."

When will we reach that place we chase

against the hours - like a greyhound after a rabbit,

always falling short, returning

to his cage at night, knowing

that the damn bunny is still out there

somewhere,

taunting him.

-by Froggymama