Is it too soon to put my nightclothes on,
at 2 p.m. on Sunday afternoon?
It’s light outside but all my vigor’s gone.
Is it too soon?

My stamina is low enough to swoon.
I’ve wrangled stimulated kids since dawn.
We danced around like we were a cartoon.

I’m strong but not a mighty Amazon.
I’m ready for the silence and cocoon
of solitude. I rub my face and yawn,
“is it too soon?”

Roundel