“To sit or stand!”

I cannot remember the last time I sat down for myself. Not for my aching feet. Or my over-stimulated brain. I cannot remember the last time I just sat down because I had an option to just sit. I am usually standing all day, every day. Mornings are around the kitchen island, getting the day reeled into a planned schedule with the children. Recurring tasks of life follow that leading into work, which is another place that involves very little use of chairs. It is only at the end of the day, when babies are tucked in, and the chores (I wish I could blink them away) are done, that I sit down at my desk. A different kind of struggle starts at the desk. To write or to read? Anyway, to cut it short, tonight’s poem is about me wanting to just sit, find my spot, and just be—literally and symbolically. 

I have stood in lines

Waiting for a chance

A chance at the seat.

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Floor feels cold

Socks are not enough for this chilly day

Jumping and running

I find them snuggled back in bed 

Giggling over a book we read. 

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Back in the office

On the floor, 

Should be in the stockroom,

Wait, did I leave it in the breakroom?

Feet follow where my brain gave up the phone.

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Windows are open,

The breeze is still warm

Let’s open them all

Time for a ‘Dance party’ 

Sitting can wait.

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Walked all over me,

I heard him complain

Treated me like a doormat.

I replied

You walked away, he justified

You let me walk, 

I reply in pain.

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