Amateur dramatics

It's been a few days since I have posted, and I can't say that there is a justifiable reason. Minor friction between me and my wife today, not articulated, not explicit but palpable with our history to provide context and understanding. So, I wrote a poem to try and describe, this is a draft and so maybe a revision or a few readings will create new knowledge about what is happening between us. One never knows. Here it is, if you read let me know what it says to you.


I alone: twixt desire and being tardy
She upstairs: withdrawn and supine
We, married: still and yet drifting
You (to me): "should do something!"
Me, with disdain: "what, like you?".
“He worries me”, you say to a friend.
Me? But I’m fine just groping within
For clutter and things to throw out.

21/01/10 Wheldrake, York.