Saturday, August 06, 2011
when love finds us
when love finds us it seldom comes
through the front door, or wipes its feet on the mat
We are out hanging washing when it calls
through the bathroom window, steals lockets
and silverware, and does terrible things with toothbrushes
When love finds us, we may not even be home, just to
find a calling card, days later, "we came, you were
not in". "Damn".
When friends find us, we are in the kitchen
just finishing a batch of cookies in apron and floured hands
we welcome them and they take up residence
in the spare room
when dust finds us, it settles in the floorboards,
the hall carpet, and the thin lines of our face
grief does not knock.
death repossesses the house.
¶ 12:34 AM
