In the day there are many imperfections.
The gravy, for example. She hasnt made it as he likes
although he doesnt say. Only a sigh tells her.
Like the sigh when his walking-boots are not to hand
and the instant when he takes a sip of tea
to find they both have sugared it.
An irritation. An impediment.
Inanimate objects interrupt his calm.
the sunlight on the fence
is warm. He finds his hand in hers
and the thought occurs
that he may have been
one day when he looks back on it
If you've any comments on
this poem, Helena Nelson would be
pleased to hear from you.