Returning home
My apartment is damp
from the racks of hanging laundry.
It smells of soap
and clean
and far off places.
I walk out on the balcony,
but it's no better.
I sit
and contemplate the mist
that falls on my beloved city.
Droplets fall in the distance.
You can hear them splash into puddles.
In the busy night.
Across the gap,
the neighbour's window is bright with light.
The shades are up and the cats are gone.
Inside, I see papers litter the oaken floor.
Stacked against a wall are half-filled boxes.
They're moving out.
A bird lands on the railing and looks at me.
For an instant
or two.
Before it flies off.
Simon Law
26 June 2006, 11:54.
Montréal, QC.
from the racks of hanging laundry.
It smells of soap
and clean
and far off places.
I walk out on the balcony,
but it's no better.
I sit
and contemplate the mist
that falls on my beloved city.
Droplets fall in the distance.
You can hear them splash into puddles.
In the busy night.
Across the gap,
the neighbour's window is bright with light.
The shades are up and the cats are gone.
Inside, I see papers litter the oaken floor.
Stacked against a wall are half-filled boxes.
They're moving out.
A bird lands on the railing and looks at me.
For an instant
or two.
Before it flies off.
Simon Law
26 June 2006, 11:54.
Montréal, QC.