I Better Get Going
Afternoon sun through tall windows.
Or sinking into the sand.
It’s nice to be warm and just listen.
The lit wall of the mind waits. New memory.
Like when my dad used to load the slide into the little tray…
Can you believe someone once stole my dog’s name?
An adult with an adult problem.
The failure of imagination is the pits.
I cried and cried, then held a grudge.
Same thing now. Godspeed.
Mary Ann Samyn is the author of seven collections of poetry, including The Return from Calvary and Air, Light, Dust, Shadow, Distance, both from 42 Miles Press. She teaches in the MFA program, writes about all things Cake & Poetry on Substack, and lives in WV and in her home state of Michigan.