Writing in the Cracks by Susan Barclay

Writing in the Cracks

I write in isolation
In the cracks of time
Between work
And family
And home

I write in silence
Please do not disturb
Go away
And leave me
Alone

Words are like butterflies
Fluttering here and there

Or they're like morning mist
Or sand through your fingers 

Not easy to catch

And now we are isolated
The time-cracks wider
And still there is work
And family 
And home 

I hear my children's voices
They are loud
My man sits too close
The dog scratches
At the door

There is no distance
No quiet

I love them
But still they stay

Now I must grow my words
By force

Or they will not grow at all

 c. Susan Barclay, 2020
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You can find out more about Susan Barclay's writing at www.susan-barclay.blogspot.com