July 10th
I’ve put the dust
on notice
the dishes
and the crust
that’s building
round the trivets
I’ve put the garden beds
and compost bins
on hold
(the worms will be okay)
likewise some mould
the pot-plants
throw me
hard, dry, mournful
dirty looks
and that painting
of a vase and kettle
I began in June
will have to bide
its un-pinked time
and maybe blue
until the day
the night
the hour
the opening of this play
there is no room
inside my mind
behind my eyes
within my ears
beneath my feet
for any more
than those learned 42
by rote
the where to walk
to stand
to sit
to hit the light
to say it right
in order
every night
my sweet folly
this little piece
of pure indulgence
this last gasp
perhaps
as one hand claps
the emptied house
finds soft return
to housework
fond rhythm
of domestic task
https://lamama.com.au/whats-on/la-mama-hq-winter-2022/a-day-at-a-time-in-rhyme/