Poetry by Lara Lehman
What is the point,
if not this?
To stand, leaning
on the unmade bed,
this quiet January morning.
You stopped
for a moment
to play with the cat.
…A bit idly, now.
You both feel a
second sleep coming on.
You see it in her eyes.
Time for rest,
Not time to fight.
The air is cool.
The sun is white.
And there is no reason
not to celebrate this day
by taking your naps now.
Lara Lehman is an award-winning teacher and writer now in her West Coast era. Recent work on craft will appear in The Writer’s Chronicle and The Artisanal Writer. She reads for Broad Ripple Review literary journal and contributes to Medium.com @thestorydoctorisin, while steadily completing her novel on the Salem Witch trials.
