Voices Off

Dry today and a powder blue sky

Liquid rays paint rubber plant shadows on the back wall

I ignore the “to do” list and read to John Coltrane

“You should be outside on day like this” voices my mother

“Got his nose stuck in a book again” mutters my father.

I could be sweeping up fallen leaves

Brushing the muddy path

Raking the moss

A fire perhaps to glorify a windless winter day

But no, I stick with my book

The “to do” list hovering on my shoulder

There are times here when even the sun can try to make you feel guilty.

 

30 December 2013