An end to summer
As the autumn day awakes,
she wraps her son
in the soft routines of morning
and time is still.
The phone shrills on the wall -
his voice fragments -
"Darling... a hijack... I love you..."
-- connections break.
She stares down at the phone,
at the clock,
at weekend coats, his slippers,
the breakfast things.
And the future gapes at her feet.
© Christine Rigden
© 2011 Christine Rigden