glow

a feeling I can't readily describe, a glow perhaps, these last days, five full...

I move in bursts of energy, humming over to-do-lists - letters written, packages sealed, boxes addressed (by little hands and big),

the rooms are in a slow-state of undress and yet I still need fresh flowers on shelves, lilacs from the garden and periwinkles, violets, buttercups from the overgrown patches of grass...

one day is warm as anything and the babe splashes in his makeshift pool, I walk barefoot, stopping for the drench of sunlight against the wall,

next day is cool and wet and grey, I think about the unapologetic blueness of the sky where I am from, soon I tell my heart, soon...

nights we earnestly plan to get into bed early, and yet retire too late, too full of thought,

and freshly buttered bread becomes a late afternoon pick-me-up

how quickly we reach the end of chapters (where half-way we felt ourselves dragging, and now can barely slow enough - to savour and collect)

I could race ahead, rushing, spinning - but I am determined to pause. I am here now, its 9pm, still light and the birds are softly singing...