Blonde hair strands
fall over blue eyes
Traveling dirt roads of the worldwide web
the girl reaches for the cat
who contemplates cheese and chaise lounge bathing
the settling house sounds inform
her of past lives
The husband sleeps
his cheek never resting
his soul troubled by
perceived deficiencies of self
Drowned out are the devastating shouts
from the tsunami of new priorities
that stopped the journey back
to Phuket
Nevermind Japan
Or Joplin in spring
The husband snores
and twitches
She sighs and leaves the world to itself
the cat to its bathing, the house to its creaking
climbs into bed
and soothes the husband’s fitful rest
Smiling in gratitude for life
in a house of her choosing
She drifts away to Patong Beach
And the life she had
before the waves came.
Dreaming of Phuket
A poem for my wife’s birthday. I often wonder if , in her private moments, she longs to return to Thailand.