Morning Tea

almost every day
she makes the tea
and i squint-eyed shuffle
into the kitchen

she is reading
somewhere
and the shower is running
for one of the girls

the track-lights shine
unevenly
and i settle into the chair
almost every day

and you are there
virtually
and we share a few thoughts
one side at a time

the sky out the window
may be foggy, like today
or cloudless, or still dark
the sky goes very high

here on the ground
there is all manner of living
and dying, and losing,
and finding, and keeping

and after all
i've said
nothing
much as i would