Nancy L. Meek

I CAN’T PUT MY FINGER ON IT

Is it the cost of the paper
Or that I’m running low on ink
Or the fact I’m running out of time
That makes it hard to think?

Maybe, it’s the way you look at me
As you wonder why I write
From the time you pour my coffee
Until after you’ve said, “Goodnight!”…

Or maybe, it’s the dirty clothes
Or the dirty dishes in the sink
Or what our guests have thought of me
When I don’t stop to drink…

Maybe, it’s the bills not paid
Or the shopping still undone
Or maybe, it’s the loss I feel
While others are having fun…

Is it my growling stomach
Or that I know that I stink
Or the fact I know I have to write
Or I won’t sleep a wink?!