Today I woke in my own bed.
A to-do list formed in my head.
Check the chickens, check email,
Follow my own paper trail.
Go through notebooks stacked in piles.
Turn them into labeled files.
Wash the diapers. Wash the clothes.
And then I'll think of more, I know.
First: breakfast and then take a shower.
Write three little poems.
Coming back to a list like this
means I'm coming home.
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