Chris@rigdenage

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