It has been quiet round here.
We don’t say much and when we do
it’s not always helpful.
We’re tired and cross.
We both want to make it better
but neither knows how.
I think about making it better.
All. The. Time.
I wonder if he does too.
I think about a lot of things.
Of making me better, of making us all a bit better.
I’m doing big work and I hope
I don’t give up
too soon.
It’s hot and we’re inside a lot.
That doesn’t work well but
right now
we have no alternative.
I know we both want an alternative
but our lives just aren’t there,
right now.
A new house, a garden, more space, more light,
privacy, room, things on the wall,
quiet
at night.
Ah, at night,
the quiet.
