216. pearls
she’s singing away
quietly to herself
in the kitchen
as she prepares the food
and I read the papers
and
emerging from the depths
momentarily
I see a vision of this house
cold & silent
without her
childlike innocent happiness
there
spreading it’s warmth
to every corner
then chase away
this empty thought
and nestle down again
in the fullness,
completeness,
of here & now.