Interlude

I watch my children

run around the kitchen

in circles

giggling screaming

tripping tumbling

Not in the kitchen! hangs

on my lips

unsaid

unsaid because

watching them

happy free

careless

makes me feel as if

all my pain

has slipped out of me

onto the floor

leaving me momentarily

disrobed unchained

by sounds of silly laughter

and pattering feet

The joy takes hold of me

and I join the chase

"Catch him!" I cry

egging her on "Catch him!"

August 4th, 2024