In hours twixt sleep and sleep
The dressing-gown, cereal, coffee, shower, shave, conditioner, moisturiser, deodorant, and socks.
From grumpy eyes to Elysian whim…
From walking the dog to stroking the cat,
and back again…
From negotiations with housework to a ceasefire over washing-up…
Labour without laughter
Marketing without melody.
Did the postman deserve that bark?
Did the car drink too much petrol, on the road to Moanbaun Woods?
The family, the family, the family
Where have all the contracts gone?
Remember the Burning Bush?
Agony in the garden
Resurrections and assumptions
And all in the twinkling
twixt sleep and sleep.
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What a way of conceiving of it! What a fine idea that is.
Thanks very much Robert. I missed your comment until now
Love this whimsical glimpse of the minutiae of life!
Oh Carole, I missed your comment until now. Thank you very much for your welcome words