Arlene Corwin Poetry

            When You’re Not At Home

When you’re not at home

I do my yoga, learn more tunes,

Play piano, listen to

The radio,

Write, edit, closing wounds

To grow,

Expressing sounds

That

No one hears but birds and cat

And God knows that.

When you’re at home

I fall into my housewife mode:

Planning meals, peeling onions,

Taking care to find your mood

Without intruding,

Asking what you’re feeling,

What you want, including

What you’d like to watch on TV.

I become good company.

A not-so-simple difference oui?

©When You’re Not At Home 07.5.3

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships; Circling Round Yoga;

Circling Round Woman;

Arlene Corwin