CHORES ARE BORING #poetry by jay

There are things that seem
to never get done
but who cares when
I’ve waited
for you to finally come
back to me
never knowing when
that moment will arise.

Blue jays screech
in the background
reminding me to do the laundry
sweep the floors and
wash the breakfast dishes
as I teeter, on this precipice
this crazy lit up place
clinging to your essence
I won’t let you go, just yet.

chores can wait
chores are boring
chores will always be there

Finally, the jays have flown off
a distant caw scratches into the breeze
now I feel this day is ours
remember the ease of this
I will.

The dog sleeps next to me, as I struggle
to peck out every word
every seed, every kernel
of thought, as I gather them
and place this story in my head.

Bit by bit, and sound by sound
I grip my brow and
wonder where you went
as fleeting as the blue jays
your incessant screeching
lingers off…

into the soft powdered haze
of this hot Florida day
alone again and waiting
for your next visit.

The vacuum hisses
and screams sucking dust
off the floor, as the dog
convulses and whimpers
from his daytime nightmare.

Poetry and Photo- ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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