by: Jacqueline Linton
Something undone, eyelids flutter
Stubbornly trying to shutter
My eyes from the tasks of the night.
I lie awake with no insight.
A nagging feeling joins the clutter,
Rattling in my mind—utter
Instinct wedges in mind’s gutter
Giving me nebulous foresight.
“Was it a meeting?” I mutter.
The cleaning, a thank you letter
A kind word unsaid, the dome light?
A poem that I need to write?
A life’s course wanting a rudder?