The lights were back the other night for the first time this season and, as always, you were on my mind. I wrote this a while back; I don't remember why or what prompted it. It's how I remember that last week, though. Apropos, I guess, given what you loved most.
Snapshots
Flash
Late night, tired eyes, brains spent
Baby sleeping in his stroller
Another deadline, pages in paste-up, backlit
Glance down, our arms entwined on blueline
Flash
Morning light, cool table against my back
Quiet with my girlish thoughts
Why are you late?
Will you think me beautiful here waiting for you?
Flash
Ringing phone, dinner cooking
A familiar voice, broken
Words spilling from a yawning tunnel
Fall back
Wall stops
Sliding down
Why?
Share on Facebook
Periodic epiphanies and other less-than-profound musings from the North.
About Me
- MG
- I'm a mother and friend and daughter who sometimes moonlights as a writer, editor, designer, photographer and superflak. I'm a lousy bureaucrat and don't really know what it feels like to be middle-of-the-road about anything.
No comments:
Post a Comment