Halted / by Christina Rosalie

I've got a world class sinus infection and there is nothing like it to halt me in my tracks; to arrest all my momentum and force me to pause. The floor is freckled with crumbs, with legos and bits of string; sun and shadow making triangles and lines, a geometry of this moment right now. I curl up on the couch and do nothing and realize immediately that I don't know how to do this at all. I'm falling behind even as I close my eyes, turn my face toward the sun and feel it hot on my cheek.

The boys zoom by in circles on their plasma cars. Bean dressed in full pirate regalia; sprout in a spotted shirt. The house plants need watering; my to do list is longer than the day.

I am so ready for spring.