The day has melted
into this blur of movement
Circling around the
building
Life demands me in
small gestures.
Her shoes in the
middle of the floor
The quiet niggling
songs of faraway things are
Fighting with the
hum of the refrigerator,
The rattling of
radiators, the shuddering
of rigid pipes inside the walls of this old
house.
Trash goes out
tonight, weather permitting
I take the plastic
waterbottles to the curb
Break the melting
ice from the bin, thankful
For this small grace
- take the detritus of
my selfishness away
from this place.
I used to imagine my
next life, bright and
Free, when I was
young and wedded to a
Vision of what I
thought my life had to be.
I'm working up some stuff to read at the next MAC Poetry night.
Any feedback you feel like giving is appreciated.
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