If I could find myself
Beneath the piles of laundry
Dust and dirt
Dishes
If I could hear myself
Above the baby crying
CDs and cat’s scratching
Car’s beeping
If I could feel myself
Between the breastfeeding
The batting and bouncing
Backache
If I believed we could change
The day might not stretch me
The night may not leave me
Your touch wouldn’t tense me

Yesterday’s pockets are filled with us
And tomorrow’s hands are bare