distant highway

there is movement every day. I find new furniture and put my pictures on the walls to build a home. the room is quiet and still and when I stop to think I hear the crickets through the window harmonising with the distant highway. from my pillow I steer my thoughts from who and what I miss with lists of tasks I need to tend to. my desk needs a chair and a lamp. I should find a plant to sit by the window. the light fitting needs changing. so much left for me to do without opening the box. I check the news to wake up and tune out when I like. there’s always something else to do.

thunder of fireworks at midnight celebrating who knows what. I think of someone somewhere watching wishing they could go to sleep. savour the sound of your voice on the phone and close my eyes to dream. maybe I’ll see you soon.