Keep sanity close during this
when the path from the bed to the couch
took the shape of shuffling feet
like trodden animal trail through the grass
from the lair, to the waterhole, and back
when the hand reaching towards the fridge
knows the full weight of the door
better than the arms of nurses know
the weight of the newly born
when the pots, and table, and sink
fill up, and empty out, and fill up
just as waves and tides follow
the periodic pulling of the moon
when day and night, and night and day
and night and night and day too
and not today, and is tonight and
not
and you
the backbone of existence
a hidden picture on display
you are,
there
when all the dishes stack to dry
and the refrigerator sighs
and the couch cool down
and the bed is full
and the hug is warm
and sanity
kept close
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
Keep sanity close during this
when the path from the bed to the couch
took the shape of shuffling feet
like trodden animal trail through the grass
from the lair, to the waterhole, and back
when the hand reaching towards the fridge
knows the full weight of the door
better than the arms of nurses know
the weight of the newly born
when the pots, and table, and sink
fill up, and empty out, and fill up
just as waves and tides follow
the periodic pulling of the moon
when day and night, and night and day
and night and night and day too
and not today, and is tonight and
not
and you
the backbone of existence
a hidden picture on display
you are,
there
when all the dishes stack to dry
and the refrigerator sighs
and the couch cool down
and the bed is full
and the hug is warm
and sanity
kept close
was not meant to be a love poem. but yeah...