unkempt rooms behind closed doors
call to your sparkling foyer, as they do;
undone assignments marking a strewn timeline
call to your sense of order, as they do;
untouched books from abandoned shelves
call to your diverted eyes, as they do;
Yet today, you hear their urgency.
Today, you know their worth.
Today, you note the distance from your last breath to your first.
Today, you find value in carefully wasted time.
Today, you learn “repent” simply means to change your mind.
Everything’s the same:
unchanged hearts beat, as they do,
but today’s sudden awareness changes everything for you.
Wednesday Poetry Prompts 195:
Write a sudden poem.
Composed on the iPhone Blogger app while lounging in bed.