It's Time for Haiku

Day 12 of National Poetry Month

It's Time for Haiku

By Candace Shultz

It is 10 o'clock

at night and I still don't know

what I want to write.

My cold hands are poised

over the keyboard, waiting 

for thoughts to emerge.

I stare at the screen

as the cursor blinks on the

white page. I blink too.

It is 10:15

and I am still struggling

with all of my words.

I think about my

daughter's excitement over

the Easter Bunny.

I think about the

birds landing in my backyard

to eat the spiders.

It's 10:25.

I'm looking at a picture

of Bengal tigers.

I listen to my 

husband crunch on chips as he

plays a game on Steam.

I still taste the sour

cream and onion flavor from

my bag of Lay's chips

It is 10:30

and I am finished writing 

poetry tonight.