a smile for Tuesday

[Joan H Winokur]

I’ll Get To That

 

When I examine the various jars

in my fridge, I realize

some have been there

long enough to reproduce.

I’ll discard them tomorrow.

 

When I struggle to find

my left sneaker in the scramble

on my closet floor, I promise

I’ll pair them up, like children

on a class trip — after

I drag myself to the gym.

 

When I flop into bed,

stare at the stack of books

on my night stand, I swear

I’m going to read them,

or at least return them to the library.

 

And then, some rainy day,

I’ll confront the medicine cabinet,

throw out my toothbrush

with the collapsed bristles.

 

After that, when I’ve recuperated

from the aforementioned tasks,

I’ll tackle the problem of climate change.

 

 

 

 

Joan Heller Winokur