I left the dishes in the sink,
the laundry on the floor,
and a pile of bills at the door.
There’s an iron ready to press your shirt,
Nerf bullets strewn about the stoop,
the chickens have escaped the coop.
But, the sound of an approaching rain
brought slumber to my brain.
My head against the pillow,
the patterned drops at my window —
I’ve been dreaming of fields and windy willow.
That nap was the one
accomplishment of my day;
do pardon the domestic fray.