The Other Day
The other day,
I dug inside my bag
and scooped a pile of gems and snails.
The other day,
I wrote on my receipts and my picks
the same words, over and over.
The other day,
I sat at my desk and watched
ladybugs sprawl over eraser bits.
The other day,
I finally sorted my worries into my jewelry box
and lied down on my bed,
only to wake on the opposite end.