How to Know

What is a day,
but hours waiting
to be filled with
tedium, the words
that complete it?
I hope to satisfy
the need to satisfy myself,
express that need in a way
others might understand.
Does it matter?

This is my response to Day 16 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month at napowrimo.net, where the prompt is to write a poem that describes an object or place, and then ends with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.

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