Driven

I know people who are driven,
almost by impulse,
to compose music
or write beautiful prose,
or sketch,
or create poetry.

I'm sad to admit
that I just want to talk,

...so I  blog.

I didn't know last night...

...that it was their last day as little guys
sharing a pink and blue room
with a rocking chair.
I didn't know
when I tucked them in
that today they'd move on
to big bunk beds
and separate rooms.

Darn Craigslist
for having a great deal
on bunk beds that matched
Chas's bedroom set.