I trace paths
make inroads
between sofa and ottoman
feel their push
against the backs of my legs
sometimes I wish for other
days
— when thin light stretched full
months
— which cycled through me
with predictability
years
— in which I was the delta
between hill and sea
small envies
those wishes
like nuts before roasting
hard and sweet
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018
originally published on my poetry blog
