I can't seem to find
Any my space in my mind
There are the things
To do
the people Who
must be seen and spoken to

All I have inside are things
I have to decide
But there's
No-one awake to listen to

I hear the sirens in the street
the voices raised
as people meet
and cars passing make
sounds like waves on the beach

I can't seem to find
Anywhere to sit and hide
To watch
and learn from my children
Missing them
Is watching through someone else's eyes

Listening to

Julianna Barwick Florine