I read by candlelight,
another day the energy
failed. It used to annoy
me as it does my neighbors
whose children are fretful
without the anesthesia of TV.
I’ve learned to enjoy the
days where we must live as
our grandparents did, without
all the time saving devices that
never seem to deliver their
promise of time to do what
makes us happy.
Yesterday, I wore an unpressed
shirt and painted a picture
fine. I baked bread in a wood
oven, and enjoyed going back in time.
The Reluctant Poet 