Accidental solitude

I wake up early

when the pink paws
of light scrabble
at the windows

 

and your arm

is seaweed deep
around me
and I heave
the weight of
ancient, ancient lovesleep

 

rise slowly

a single small bubble
breaks the surface
weightless

 

the day mixes

its own scents
in hurried strokes
milk delivery,
newsprint kept
fresh, the medium
untainted by
the bombs and blood
it must carry,

 

get quick rich coffee

stale food somewhere
in the corner
of the sink
maybe the bin
needs a clean

 

the island in the kitchen

swiped of all presence

 

the light washes the road

like a cat with a
pink clean tongue

 

leaf coloured

winds sweep in
and lunge
at fallen litter
yesterday’s brown
paper packet

 

a scrap of chiffony

plastic waves
a flag
against the
chicken mesh
wire fence

 

and flowers

of Shiuli
with their
small pinwheel
faces and cheeky
monkey orange
bottoms thrust
up in the air

 

surround each tree

in its own white
blossom island

 

who said I am not

an island?

 



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