Some days when the sun’s high and a single bee
buzzes against the glass before it zooms
off chasing the real thing and I’m half asleep
over the screen, wrapped snug in the gentle heat
of the afternoon, it vaguely feels to me
you’re there in the house, just in some other room.
Some days when the sky’s a haze and doves in pairs
sit pecking the concrete on the window sill
the TV’s on mute and I’m just half a mind -
other half’s gone rushing off after a rhyme,
the doorbell rings, some footstep’s on the stairs
and I think for a sec you’ll answer it still.
But then the bell goes again, a strident tone,
I get back up with a lag. And I’m alone.