A Popcorn Afternoon

My toes are cold, as I sit watching old B&W movies on TV.
The popcorn is salty and my mind wanders off
to yard-work that needs to be tended to.
The day is too long, but never long enough,
for the solitary life that swallows me up.
Shall I go get my slippers, or sit here and suffer?
So many mundane items to check off my list.
A list written in blood on a rain smudged window,
that never is open to the fresh air.
Dozing off, popcorn spills, scattering on the floor.
The cat runs off to hide.
Time to get up, to find where I am, who I am,
as my cold bare toes hit the floor,
crushing kernels of salty popcorn underneath.

About the Author

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books. Christine lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. To view more of their works click below