I approach the bed in darkness
my head feeling happy for tomorrow
there’s that coffee arrangement to look forward to
and then…I slow
need something there, search the cupboard, bare
must find a place-filler for that gap in time
that’s always there when I don’t want it
Where to now? Too much space for me to be…
For the life of me I don’t know
For the life of me I don’t know
Nothing moves the tree in the pavement is a cut-out the sky above its ceiling all is airless a photograph of night funeral Nothing moves the world locked in the
The blow to the floorboard above dislodges a cockroach to fall to where it races as my shoe aims to save its life and kick it out the door as
Dead weight the paths behind us still on our heels we returned with wind on our faces into the air of the household and its company of chairs and passage.