For today’s prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Write Better Poetry blog, write an appointment poem. My first thoughts with appointments conjure up visions of doctors, dentists, and parent-teacher conferences. But there are also business meetings and romantic dates. For the most part, people are very appointment-centric, because it gives people a reason and opportunity to come together (kind of like my annual appointment to poem daily on this site).
Cancel My Appointments
The sun sets with a regularity I envy.
My almanac knows its schedule tomorrow
and next week and next month. No surprises,
which is very good because a tardy sun
would be a harbinger of many unpleasantries.
I eat lunch at noon, dinner at six.
I wake up at eight, sleep at midnight.
Work the day job then write the poetry—
and there is a vague satisfaction
living a day without surprise.
But I fantasize about a time without clocks,
living in a world of ambiguous twilight
where I eat when hungry and sleep when tired,
work when I feel like it and write when inspired.