Life by the Half Hour

By Clara Blair

Sometimes it seems
my life is stolen
by the half hour.
Phone calls
I wasn't expecting,
guests
who just drop by,
gobble time
I'd reserved
for something else.

Tasks undone,
projects not completed,
darken my mood
and prod frustration,
bête noir
of perfectionists.
Until I realize
I should be grateful
that others want
me and my time.

©2004 Clara Blair