on the front porch
with its paint peeling
i breathe in-
with the happy cat
who curls itself at my feet
one of us hanging linens on the line
one of us running in the fresh air
one of us upstairs making love
one of us with the baby on their hip
one of us painting
one of us consoling
one of us being consoled
and in the morning we sip coffee and laugh
and all of us feel it
and in the afternoon we lay on the bank of our river and laugh
and all of us feel it
and in the evening we play music and dance
and all of us feel it
on loop
Sit Around The Fire by Jon Hopkins
On Wimmin’s Land by Sasha Archibald