Right Now
My son is naked and playing with toys
The dishwasher is working quietly
My daughter is playing with water
and the story is long and grand
Wind blows the washing
and the palms
My daughter's voice is louder now
a character in her story sends a stern lecture
about responsibility
The sun is hot
but the wind is cold
blowing into the house through open windows
I am reminded I have skin
My son has left the door open in his hurry to go out
I close it quietly
The dog is asleep, laying on his side
too tired to dream
And the washing machine soaks another load
Right now this pen is black and this book
barely used
My son wanders past with eyes that wonder
what's for lunch
still naked
He has left the door open again
My wife naps in our double bed
unwell and tired from staying up with me
to watch a bad film last night
Right now I sit in the kitchen
writing in my notebook
Birds fly from roof to roof
and flies from window to window
The ocean is alive and never rests
I can see it from the window
Last summer I was prepared to throw it all away
Right now I sit still and breathe it in
Poetry by Blue River
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Written on 2009-04-16 at 04:15
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