close the blinds and curtains
turn on the fans
inside our cocoon all day
can’t watch the garden shrivel
1/3/11
cooler nights
we sleep longer
wake startled
cats hungry, sun high
our heads thick with dreams
8/3/11
5pm cool
I go out walking
wave at others
all we fat women
out walking at dusk
9/3/11
We don’t go
to the funeral
this morning.
She’s dead and won’t care.
We had a bad night.
15/3/11
When I think there
might be
a ghost in the house
I become modest,
undressing discreetly
and shutting doors.
******
Snowy mountains
of cumulus cloud
float in the sky
above the earth
mountains
like copies.
(These two also posted as 'small stones' in my Stones for the River blog.)
(These two also posted as 'small stones' in my Stones for the River blog.)
16/3/11
Wet Saturday.
We lie in bed long,
the morning paper
strewn on the covers
and a sprawling cat.
19/3/11
there are crystals
hidden in the mountain
sometimes they appear
among stones in the road
or glinting from the creek
22/3/11
Suddenly
I hear all the white noise
I was deaf to
from fridge and computer
with my new hearing aids
29/3/11
Cinqku Sequence
Slow rain
dribbles loud
on roof and path.
I open the curtains
and watch.
The drops
glistening
fall in stages —
roof to vines, pause, roll off,
hit ground.
I loll
warm and dry,
coffee in bed,
reading old newspapers,
with him.
Old age
brings pleasures
unknown when young:
weekdays can be Sundays,
lazy.
30/3/11
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