when twenty cases fly across my desk
and none want to stay and just be done
instead each gets annotations of yet a
future date - it irks me: i like completion,
closure: an ending that may be trite but
complete. a few more calls, a few more
googles: then my son will call mommy
and my daughter will roll her eyes and
i will not be so important: and if i can
breathe between the yelling, i may look
upon their work of building, bullying,
eating, crying, bathing, and laughing
as completion: my best work done
this cold work day
