Day 2 #NaPoWriMo

Today’s prompt for day 2
write a poem that similarly resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.

As we lay down

and sleep overcomes their protesting eyes

they murmur

“Papa will see a green woman on the train.”

The music plays and they softly snore

leaving them to their dreams

I move onto my mancave, playing with my adult toys

before I drift off

I make it to my bed

In the morning I’m up before the field mice

and groggily the silver double decker chariot

blows its grave rattling horns

I find my usual seat, open my messenger bag

open a book and slowly my lids drop

my light snore awakens me embarrassingly

and there is the women in green

Again the girls are down for their evening rest

the mumbling begins again

“Papa, don’t slip, be careful” they wearily cry

Tonight the morning comes fast and frozen

there is salt tossed carelessly everywhere

proving I am not the first soul to greet the day

but it is too early for me to remember what anyone has said

down I go as the instrument of my possible demise

releases the air from its brakes

the whoosh demands attention and other lemmings

grab me before I cross over into oblivion

It is now Wednesday, my “night off”

the little visionaries receive their hugs and kisses

they are tucked in and look at me blankly,

I am waiting for their divination to occur

but nothing profound comes from their lips

I shake my head at my naive  thinking

these children can foretell my future

so I watch some hockey, release the stress of the day

and fall asleep on the couch

Awakening almost automatically

I rush to my bed just in time to turn off the alarm

and make my way into the shower

the mechanical routine is finished

into the brisk morning air I feel vigorous

my metallic carriage  arrives and we are swept away

My wife sent a text message that I ignored

and the bits of knowledge contained

in that electronic communication may have determined my fate?

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