Jumping behind the wheel, it’s a race between home and work.
Both are reluctant to be part, even for a minute.
A shared meal entices with olfactory teasing.
Prayer and reflection – savoring quiet time with a loved one.
Framed by the window, the silhouette changes.
Crawling toward the shower, both needed and desired.
Legs wrestle with blankets. Surrender.
A silent sliver of sunlight shines through the window.
Day 28 of NaPoWriMo looks for a poem that tells a story but is written in reverse. I tried to make a poem that worked either direction. In my case, my original poem takes me from waking to work. But in reverse, I rush home for a meal, quiet time, a shower and bed. I tried to be clever by reversing the title, too.