Hard back wooden chairs

dull pale green walls

minutes morph into hours

thoughts rush forward then retreat

racing back into the blackness


Outside, morning rain falls softly

reminiscent of an old song

with emotions rising to the tune

like so many smoke clouds

evaporating into the atmosphere


Poppy seed salad dressing

added to the grocery list

phone calls need to be returned

the black cat on the video cries

bringing reality back in focus


Time has no master but itself

and so the day continues

like a ping pong game of the mind

where no one loses

and no one wins


Notebook resting on a lap

words written on a page

conclude the next chapter

all the while sitting

in a hard back wooden chair


Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats.    Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review; Foliate Oak Review, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Advaitam Speaks Literary Journal, Ann Arbor Review.

*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)

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