National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 24
GAS CAP
When he finally fell asleep,
cherub face pressed
between the crib bar slats,
his tank only now emptied
after a day with no naps,
the young mom, exhausted,
could barely imagine
the day starting over in just a few hours.
How to keep pace with such super powers?
Uncapped in-the-moment zeal
spilling out of bowl, on the wall,
from the diaper, by the block and the wheel,
spilling up at the blossom-fall,
spilling wide with the broom—
life fumes overwhelming everyone in the room.