The dining room chairs
used every holiday and when the will
needs going over.
A dusty fish tank yearning
for wet and bubbles and the scaly
hierarchy of a manufactured habitat.
A yellow balloon resting
in a basketball net, heavy enough
to get stuck in the middle,
too light for falling all the way through.
A toddler reading pictures in a book, laughing
with the exaggerated applause of his parents.
A stack of wooden blocks
waiting for one too many and the slow lean
of just before tumbling.
The cat curled up in a blanket
beneath a sunny window
sleeping with one eye open.
Full of Crow Poetry - October 2012