Caught

I'd like to say I do writing instead  but I'm not sure this is true either. I have a wonderful conversation with a friend about the different chapters in our lives. I am trying to figure out whether this is the writing chapter of my life.

So

Do you

ever play

Your guitar anymore?

He asks

In the middle

Of the 30^th birthday dinner.

I think of one guitar

In the corner

Of the family room,

One guitar

Next to the bed

Upstairs.

I think of singing

Wee baby moon

Lying in the sky

With its little silvery toes

In the air

I think of singing

A six year old

To sleep.

No

No

No

I don’t.

I am caught.

Why not?

He asks.

Why not?

I don’t know

I say.

He says

Okay

We move on

To the next subject.