in the night the house is thin and blue
it wants a blanket; it shivers
the windows are like snare drums
i wish you were here.
i wish you were on your way here
in a car going past streetlights
with your face going light and dark
and noises coming and going like molecules
your hands relaxed on the steering wheel
knowing your own mind
humming a tune of gentleness.
then you would be here
exactly here.
and the house would be pink and bright
and it would be quiet in the house
the drums gone silent, the shivering stopped.

sue may