Day 227 – Sweet Solitude

Sweet Solitude

Day 227

Alone by Deborah Ager

Over the fence, the dead settle in
for a journey. Nine o’clock.
You are alone for the first time
today. Boys asleep. Husband out.

A beer bottle sweats in your hand,
and sea lavender clogs the air
with perfume. Think of yourself.
Your arms rest with nothing to do

after weeks spent attending to others.
Your thoughts turn to whether
butter will last the week, how much
longer the car can run on its partial tank of gas.

The television is turned off.  The bedroom doors are shut.  The front door is locked.  The dog has just come in from her ‘nightly’ and is settled onto her princess pillow.  I can see one cat who is grooming as she gets ready to dream whatever cats dream about.  And I am surrounded by just the sound of appliances humming in the kitchen, the sound of my fingers tapping on my keyboard and the lap top fan blowing.  I am not wearing my green glasses tonight and all is well.

5 thoughts on “Day 227 – Sweet Solitude

  1. You sweetie, you. 😉 Always with the beautiful photographs (and sparkly thingies), the wonderful poems (this one so calming, so reassuring and soothing), and the thoughtful posts. I love this moment of peace that you let us share with you. Tap-tap, tappity-tap, and good night. 🙂
    . . . and thank you for the pingback.

    • I just posted another link to that particular post of yours on a friend’s facebook page too! She had posted a photo with these words: The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.
      And we have a another member of the Magpie Crew in Jeanine Guidry! ↓↓↓↓

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