Prose surrounds an Elfje
quiet home; battery wall clock ticks, electricity makes
the computer hum, ice in the freezer, and heated air flow…
fingers tappity tap-tap somewhere a siren wails
just before my time to curl up into a single human sleeping…
because the empty nest (still full of fledgeling feathers and
the toys of the newest generation that visits often, but is
now safe with their own parents) is shy one partner…
laughter
yours, his,
theirs – echoes joyfully
as I my eyes
close
waking at seven the still full but slightly waning Wolf Moon
looks like an actor taking a peek out of the stage right curtains -
so dense is the morning fog that I almost can’t see to the end
of the yard – and so warm that the false late January spring has
enticed the birds to practice their joyful chirping to wake worms
for their breakfast – warm enough to get the paper without a coat,
and feel the gentle air as if it were the most refreshing shower…
(c) JP/davh
this works really well Jules! I saw the same waning Wolf Moon this morning – he too was stage right – could only just see him from my window peering through the clouds – really liked the way you portrayed this…
I so love the image of the moon peeping out the stage curtains like an actor!
Mellow, is how I feel when I read this,,the bitter sweetness of time spent alone,,,,
What a lovely picture you paint.
Sounds like your kids picked up there kids!!! You seem like you need a baby brake… how are you holding up?