WHY CAN’T I BE HERE NOW?
I’m always on my way to somewhere else,
and have no time available to stay still.
I’ve got a long list of all the things I forgot
to do yesterday or the day before.
Busy, busy, busy am I, wondering why
I can’t ever have today?
There’s always a pile of dishes waiting
to be washed, rugs that need vacuuming,
and every night a dinner to be prepared.
If only I had more time, I would trip
the light fantastic and salsa around
the kitchen to the beat of el clave.
If I could seize just one moment,
I might even try to write a poem.