So the world returns to normal: wake-up, work, dishes, schedules, more dishes, sleep … festivities over and we’re back into regular routines. Do we have a tendency to get the January blues? Maybe it’s the weather, rain, snow, fog …
DINNER AT 6
scars of four thousand 
six o’clocks braid
my hair
old meals
leave their smell
on the roof of my mouth
dishes wiped
by ten thousand
dish cloths
line cupboards
torn tea-towels
lie over
tea-stained cups
the next meal
will be hash
from leftovers
first published in Herspectives
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
