On Eggshells

By Erin Sanchez

Five o’clock approaches
Hurry, hurry
A place for everything,
and everything in its place.

The minute hand advances
Shhh
To your positions,
don’t make a sound.

The diesel engine dies
Footsteps
Dinner’s on,
kids are quiet.

Eyes dart around the room
Ready?
Hold your breath,
wait. . .