it is silent
my open door lets in a cool pre-dawn breath
my husband is asleep
everyone to the north south east and west of me is asleep
i love them but they have shut up and they are sleeping
i have a cigarette in one hand and a wine in the other
i am thinking about writing poetry
i am not writing it
i am thinking about writing it
there are no bills to be paid
our refrigerator is full of food
my children are asleep, they don’t need me
a cool breeze slides in through my open door
i lift the cigarette to my mouth, i lift the glass of wine
and sip
i am the most fortunate person on earth
Jennifer Compton lives in Melbourne and is a poet and playwright who also writes prose.