To do list

On my list

of things to do today

the one thing missing

is the one thing most there

missing because it is written

on everything I do

as I fetch petroleum

from the basement

for the furnace or reheat

the soup I made for her

yesterday, it is written

on the lightness of my step

on the permanence of my smile

call Nanna

call Nanna

call Nanna

All poems © by Egil Dennerline, 2004