I woke up this morning,
with my back to a tree
wond’ring how on earth my chin hairs
had grown past my dimpled knees.
The last thing I remember,
someone cried out, “trick-or-treat!”
Now it’s suddenly December?
Are those gnomes nudging my feet?
Was I sucked into a whirlwind?
Abducted by imps?
Swallowed by a maelstrom?
Knocked out cold by a troop of chimps?
Did I nap into the future?
Tumble backward to the past?
Was I held prisoner in a time loop?
Shanghai’d and hung from the Black Pearl’s mast?
What happened to November?
It was the 1st a minute ago.
I’ve no excuse for not writing,
not even for NaNoWriMo.
Then again, we did have visitors
that trip to Mexico,
Not to mention, a last-minute conference
Before a dinner with my beaus
I managed to be present
and celebrate Thanksgiving Day
with turkey, trimmings, and desserts
(except for the garlic parfait).
November has been a blur,
as well as much of ’19,
And so my intention for December is
to have more of a writing routine.
What’s your experience lately with the passage of time?
Please share your thoughts in the comments.
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