Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
What Will We Do This Morning

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Drink sunlight from a cup,
rock a banana boat toward the table's horizon,
write to a pirate on parchment toast.
Trains will journey through tunnels, over bridges;
their wheels chugging through places I've never been,
but which you travel to every day.

Outside the front yard, or perhaps a primordial forest
where dinosaurs dream and ancient turtles lumber
under deciduous trees in the hazy summer air.
The traffic's ambient roar is a saber-toothed tiger
springing to catch the neighbor's lawn ornaments.

What will we do this morning?
Laundry, dishes, phone calls, bills, shopping --
The wind catches my list, and it's gone,
a butterfly in migration.


Nancy Vona graduated from the University of New Hampshire with an M.A. in Creative Writing in 1989. She has worked as a freelance writer, editor, and teacher of science writing. The birth of her first son Daniel renewed her interest in creative writing, and she self-published a chapbook of poetry and essays, The Book of Daniel, in 2005. She lives with her husband and two sons in Massachusetts.


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