By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
A few days ago, a dear friend was ruminating about whether she should or could retire. Here is a poem expressing the desire for a less structured and more leisurely life.
I Want the Time
I want the time to slow things down,
meander through a Wisconsin town,
dilly dally the morning away,
read romances on a rainy day.
I want the time to make new friends,
lollygag around, run errands:
farmers’ markets, hardware stores,
libraries, antique shops galore.
I want the time to write a book,
perhaps a letter to Amy Zook,
bake a chocolate cake from scratch,
make sure that my pillows match.
I want the time to pamper pets,
do what I love with no regrets,
pen a poem, steep some tea,
take the time to trim a tree.
I want the time to clean my home,
finally tackle that enormous tome,
spend some time with a manatee,
try my hand at calligraphy.
I want the time to tend the garden:
tulips, lilies, slice of heaven.
Hanging baskets on the patio,
Patsy Kline on the radio.
I want the time to decorate
and let my skin exfoliate.
Grapevine garlands, wreaths hand wound,
yarrow, rosebud, hound’s tooth round.
I want the time to think about
the people I can’t do without.
I want to give them more of me
and know the best is yet to be.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.
Posted Nov. 18, 2014