Getting off the Round-About
Autumn. A hint of summer lingers in the shortening days, a reminder that nothing is ever really gone, even when we think it has. At our age a relationship should be more mellowed and comfortable. No need for wild passion and the intense disagreements we still experience.
The house becomes familiar . . . closing the bedroom door consolidates the grey within my mind. Closing my eyes the doubts flood back. Flinging myself face down on the bed begins a slow revolution of the room. His voice, his angry words, taunt me again and again.
under the eaves
An outdoor light snaps on. A branch shadow-patches: curtains, walls, and ceiling. Another slow revolution, then:
Memories tap at my consciousness. There was a time when we were impassioned by youth and excited by learning. We were hungry for every morsel of knowledge and recognition in each other . . . appetites insatiable.
a car door slams
A thin sliver of bright yellow light from the other room enters under the door. If he enters will I pretend to be asleep? Will I forgive his heated words? Will I . . .
his body weight
Janice Bostock is a well known Australian Poet. Her webpage is "My Haiku World" Her haibun was reprinted here with her permission.