Updated: Mar 25
from Family House (2012)
In the bounding stream of babies flowing through our houses
Is the strain of tumbled emotions revealed
In snippets of temper, worried kisses,
Knots of uncertainty,
Combers of abandon.
We side-stroke through hurried minutes, crawl through scrambled hours,
Our voices stirred, muffled,
Tossed about in tears, in chortles, in rounded guffaws, in stern rebukes.
We melt together, an amalgam of comfort, deadlines, appointments,
Then, settle out into our separate moments,
Left alone to swim in parched channels,
Waiting and thirsty
For the flood to come again and sweep us away
Into the confusion of this surging
Life that pulses tidally down the blocks and in through our doors.