the palette has shifted

in my life très domestique

muted tones

sage, umber, sienna, steel

walking on the beach

with my north country girl, gone

yellow and white striped 

magic carpet, gone

napa’s golden hills and rows

of vines, gone

within these four walls

there is a great silence.

there are no more stories to tell

only hints of which i am not privilege

i listen and wait, neither fully engaged

nor removed